#and he's right the police are chasing them because their car looks the same as the description of a criminal's car

[yellowhollyhock]

in mirage when they get into a car chase and April is upset about people getting hurt

And Leo's like 'hey now let's not forget who started this thing. we didn't do anything wrong'

(it was the police chasing them)

[kneazle]

When Buck went to sleep last night after spending the day with Jee and saw no text from Tommy he thought nothing of it, Tommy was hanging out with Eddie after going to a fight after all. When he woke up and still nothing he brushed it off and sent a text of his own, knowing Tommy would respond whenever the two woke from a night of drinking.

He had no idea that when he did hear something, it was from Athena telling him he needed to come pick up his dumb and dumber—her words, not his—from the police station of all places.

"What the hell are they doing here?" Buck asked Athena with a wide eyed look of shock the second she came to get him from the front desk.

Athena scoffed, shaking her head. "They were caught drunk off their asses trying to break into a junk yard."

"A...junk yard?" He repeated slowly confused, "Why?"

They reached the holding area, and Athena let out a laugh of disbelief but Buck could hear the slight amusement behind it. "They saw a cat run in and chased after it."

"They- what?" Buck gaped at her.

"Oh you heard me," She walked over to the officer at the desk, "Can you grab Tommy Kinard and Eddie Diaz for me Reggie?"

The man, Reggie, nodded and grabbed the keys from under the desk before walking off down the hall.

"From what I understand, you told Tommy you wanted to get a cat as a dog would be more difficult with your jobs," She continued as they waited.

Buck sputtered, "Wait- they chased after a stray cat and tried breaking into a junk yard because I told Tommy I wanted a cat?"

Athena raised an eyebrow with a look that said 'exactly, idiots' written all over it. Buck sighed and rubbed at his forehead.

He stared at them in shock when they finally came walking out slowly, dragging their feet along the floor and squinting as they no doubt had raging hangovers. It reminded Buck of when he and Eddie showed up to the wedding looking like a mess except– somehow they looked worse. Their clothes so ripped that half of Tommy's shirt was hanging off and the right leg of Eddie's pants was completely gone, dirty all over, hair a mess, Eddie only had one shoe, Tommy was limping.

"You two look...like a disaster."

"Evan!" Tommy exclaimed a little too loudly as he winced at his own voice, and Eddie flinched beside him. Buck had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing as Tommy was obviously hungover and just spent the night in a holding cell, and still gave him a dopey looking grin.

"So..how was it spending a night in jail?" He teased when they were walking out.

Eddie groaned, "It would have been fine, but someone had to make friends with criminals."

"Eddie, we weren't in there for a vacation remember," Tommy pointed out. "Besides, we couldn't ignore them all night-"

"Buck, tell your boyfriend he doesn't have to be friendly with everyone," Eddie interrupted with a groan.

"I'm not!"

"You're on a first name basis with all my neighbors and you don't even live there!"

"Hey!" Buck snapped his fingers between their faces, making the two flinch. "Would you two pause this conversation to get in the car already? You two need a shower."

"Did he just say we stink?" Eddie frowned, and moved closer to Tommy. "Do I stink?"

Tommy leaned in, "Oof yeah," He scrunched up his nose. "Do I?"

Eddie did the same and grimaced, "Oh yeah."

Buck sighed loudly and mumbled, "I'm getting why Athena called you two dumb and dumber the more this goes on."

"He's dumber," Tommy didn't hesitate to say, pointing at Eddie.

"Hey!"

Buck groaned and had enough, opening the doors to his jeep to shove them in. Eddie made a yelp of protest but got inside, Tommy instead smirked at Buck. "You know if you wanted to manhandle me all you had to do was say so baby."

Eddie fake gagged from the back seat, "I heard enough last night shut up Tommy!"

"What did you tell him last night?" Buck asked Tommy, now amused himself as his boyfriend situated himself into the passenger seat.

"How good you looked tie-" Eddie reached over and hit Tommy upside the head, "Ow! What the fuck Diaz-" he turned to get a hit of his own in but Buck grabbed his arm stopping him.

"Okay that's enough!" He huffed and shut the door, quickly going around to get in himself. "Since when am I the adult here?"

Buck loved that his boyfriend and best friend were friends themselves– but he was so banning them for drinking on their hangouts unless he was there from now on.

"Hey Evan?"

"Hm?"

"Can we go get that cat?"

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Not All Bad

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings: smut, sexual tension, car chase

Summary: You and Bucky are called out for a mission involving a very powerful and very dangerous nuclear bomb. The thing is, you two hate each other yet you two are the best for the job. Tensions skyrocket when you have to get closer than normal in order to make a safe getaway.

Squares Filled: adventurers/explorers (2021) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

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You know why you’re going on this mission. You know why Bucky is going on this mission. You don’t know why you’re going together. You don’t care what Bucky has done or is capable of, you can’t stand the man. He’s quiet and minds his own business but you two clash every time you’re around each other. 

You’re normally a mellow person but there is something about Bucky that makes you want to commit violence. You two are very competitive against each other, you’re always trying to outdo the other, and you’re always bickering. You think you’re always right and Bucky thinks he’s always right. You don’t like his attitude because when he’s not being quiet, he’s cocky and arrogant like an old man is. The same thing could be said about you, but you’re not as bad as he is. The other Avengers have put your bedrooms on the opposite side of the compound so they wouldn't have to hear you two.

This mission is quite simple: get in, grab a nuclear bomb, and get the fuck out. That’s easy for you because you’re a shapeshifter who can shift into anyone just by looking at them, and that power has gotten you into every sketchy situation that the Avengers have thrown you in. Normally, you pair up with Steve because he has the super strength but he’s on another mission right now.

The only one who has his level of strength is Bucky. Plus, his vibranium arm is a major advantage for you both.

Shadow Corps stole a nuclear bomb from Russia and smuggled it into the States. The government wants you to grab it before they can use it. Whether or not the Accords were passed, you were still gonna take this case because no bomb should ever be put on American soil. After getting the bomb, the next team which includes Clint, Natasha, and Sam, will go in and arrest as many as they can.

The getaway car is waiting in position on the other side of the warehouse in Tony’s stealth mode. It will only activate when you and Bucky get close to it. There are bracelets that you two are wearing in order for the car to scan. The place is crawling with heavily armed guards with probably twice that inside. You have to do this quietly.

“Wait here. I‘ve got this,” you smirk.

Bucky growls lowly but does as he’s told. He knows his way will only end up with blood soaking everything. You’ve done some recon for Shadow Corps in the past, so you’ve seen what the big boss looks like. With ease, you transform into the big burly man and walk down the small hill toward the only entrance. The guard posted there stands up straight when he sees you walking toward him. Good. This man you’re impersonating demands respect.

“Sir,” the guard nods once.

“I need the bomb to be moved now. Someone tipped the police off. Get everything ready for transport. Go tell the others.”

“Sir--”

“Do I strike you as a man who likes to be repeated? Go, now.”

“Yes, sir.”

The guard scurries off to presumably tell the others. Once he is gone from ear and eyeshot, you turn to Bucky and give him a thumbs up. Bucky comes out of the shadows as you turn back into yourself.

“You’re welcome for making your job easier,” you grin.

“Bite me,” he growls.

You follow Bucky inside and keep your eyes peeled for any guards who might be coming your way. Tony provided a map he got from Friday, so you’re using that to get to the bomb the quickest way. This mission is all about time. You have to be fast. When word gets back to the actual boss, he won’t be happy that they’re moving the bomb. Luckily for you, he’s in another state doing business.

You turn the corner onto a straight and narrow hallway. The only way to get out of the hallway is either to go back the way you came or through the door on the other side of the hallway. You take two steps when the door on the other end is being pushed open. You turn to run the other way when you hear voices around the corner. If you don’t do something now, you’ll be caught and probably killed.

You can get out of this. Bucky can’t. As much as he irritates you, you kind of need him. There is a supply closet to your right that you’ll have to squeeze into if you want to make sure this mission is a success. You yank the door open and shove Bucky inside before sliding in yourself. The door barely closes when both parties on either side of the hallway come into view.

The closet is small enough as it is for the supplies in there, but it’s claustrophobic with you and Bucky. He’s too large of a man for you to fit comfortably. Your chest is pressed against his chest so you can either focus on the feel of his body against yours or you can focus on his eyes. You look up to see him already looking down at you.

You’re an idiot if you don’t admit there is some sort of attraction between you two. You know there is. You can’t do anything about it. Not only would that probably create problems for either of you, but it would only fuel his ego.

You can’t have that.

The closet is dark enough so you hope that he doesn’t notice you looking at his lips. As soon as your eyes lock onto his mouth, he licks his lips slowly. He’s the subject of your dirty dreams and now all you’ll be thinking about is his tongue.

“The coast is clear.”

Bucky opens the door and slips out with ease. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding and force your breathing to return to normal. You follow Bucky down the hallway and to the room where the bomb is being held. There are no guards around because they think this place is so secure that they don’t need to guard the one thing people can’t steal. Not that they could if they wanted to. There are so many guards here that it would scare the average person.

“Okay, you’re up,” you say.

As much as you’d like to be, he’s the muscle.

“Just be a good girl and make sure no one comes in while I do the heavy lifting.”

You roll your eyes but do as you’re told. You stay by the door and listen for anyone who might be coming. Bucky approaches the bomb and studies the best way to handle the device. For something that packs a massive punch, it’s not that big. Tony crafted a container that could hold something this powerful, so the only thing Bucky has to worry about is transferring it without setting it off.

You look out the small window on the door and see a big guard with an even bigger gun coming your way.

“Bucky, someone is coming.”

“I’m kind of busy at the moment. Take care of it.”

You transform back into the bossman and step out of the room. The guard stops walking and becomes ashen when he sees you.

“Boss.”

“What the hell are you doing here? Do I pay you to wander around? Do you have a brain inside that thick head of yours?”

“Sorry, sir, but--”

“But nothing. Do I have to do everything myself around here?”

“Sir, the cars are ready for transport. I was on my way to secure the package.”

“What about everything else we have here?”

“We’re having trouble securing some of the product in such a short time. I figured we should get the bomb out as soon as possible.”

You step closer to the guard and he does the smart thing and backs up in fear.

“If I have to leave here and do your job, I’ll have to call your wife and let her know you’re not coming home. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Get everything packed up now. We will get this bomb out when it’s time. I need everything out of here.”

“Yes, sir.”

The guard leaves and you slip back into the room as yourself.

“Okay, I’m ready to pack it.”

Bucky carefully lifts the bomb and places it into the open container on the ground. He closes and locks the case knowing the wires in there will keep the bomb from moving. Bucky picks up the heavy case and allows you to leave the way to the car. As soon as the car senses both of your bracelets, it shimmers into view, and you unlock the trunk. This car was made specially to carry bombs such as the nuclear kind. It has a lead lining so that scanners won’t be able to pick it up, and the traction on the car is durable so if you hit a pothole or go over a bomb, the car won’t shake or move.

“Hey!” You and Bucky look behind you and see two guards running at you with radios to their mouths. Shit, you’ve been made. “Stop right here!”

“We gotta go.” The alarms sound throughout the facility and red lights flash brightly. “Just shove it in there!”

Bucky carefully puts the bomb in the trunk and you slam it shut before hopping into the passenger seat. As soon as Bucky is in the car, he starts her up and peels out of the place. Three cars immediately start chasing after you, and you look behind you to see how close they are.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who hates you. You’re insufferable to everyone,” you smile sweetly.

Bucky makes a sharp turn which causes you to grab onto the “oh shit” bar.

“Don’t act so innocent, Doll. They’re after you, too. I guess we’re both insufferable.” He looks in the rearview mirror and sees them getting closer. “Do something!”

You unbuckle your seat belt and roll the window down all the way. Before Bucky can question what you’re doing, you heave yourself out the window so that you’re sitting on the frame. You have the seatbelt clutched into your hand so that you have an anchor point, and you aim your gun at the cars. You shoot twice and run one of the cars off the road. Their tires blow and they go crashing into the tree.

“You might want to try the sunroof. It might be easier,” Bucky says.

“Now you tell me,” you roll your eyes.

Two guards start shooting at you, and you quickly duck inside to avoid being hit. Bucky opens the sunroof and points to his gun in the backseat.

“Try mine on for size. It’s bigger than yours,” he smirks.

“That’s the only time you’ll ever be able to tell a girl that.” You grab his gun and make sure it’s loaded with a few hundred rounds. It’s a machine gun so once you hit that trigger, dozens of rounds come out at once. You’re about to stand when the car jerks to the right. The second car in line has hit your car, and you almost went through the open window. “Try not to kill us, will you?”

“Shut up.”

You stand through the open sunroof and aim the machine gun at the second car. They don’t even have a chance. You fire dozens of rounds at the car and shatter their windshield. The car jerks so hard that the car flips twice before skidding to a stop.

“One to go!”

The last car has taken a different route instead of staying right behind you. Instead, they are zooming through the trees which makes it hard for you to get a shot from where you are. They are gaining speed and if you don’t do something soon, they are going to ram their car into the side of yours.

“Okay, new plan.” You duck back inside and look at Bucky with a sigh. “I’m gonna need you to trust me on this one.”

“I don’t.”

“Too bad. Just make sure we don’t crash.” You toss Bucky’s gun into the back seat and grab your much smaller one since it’ll be easier to use it with your plan. With light difficulty, you hop over the center console and right into Bucky’s lap. You’re facing him and his shocked eyes meet yours briefly. “I know you’re enjoying this but eyes on the road, Barnes.”

You roll down his window and aim your gun at the car that’s heading right your way. Bucky wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady and presses on the gas. You aim at the tires and blow one of them but that doesn’t stop the car from barreling right at you. You empty your entire magazine and manage to shoot right through the windshield and into the driver’s head.

Bucky speeds up so that the car doesn’t crash into you. Instead, it smashes into the tree on the other side of the road. You sigh in relief and look at Bucky who is looking between you and the road. It’s like you’re back in the closet with him. Tension is high and adrenaline is coursing through your veins.

You can feel the tension on your inner thigh.

“That better be a gun in your pocket.”

“Nope,” he smirks. You roll your eyes but he’s done putting up with your shit. “Cut the attitude before I give you a reason to roll your eyes.” You shift to get off his lap but the arm that’s wrapped around your waist tightens. “Don’t move.” He drives like that for ten minutes before pulling over knowing they’re not following you two anymore. He leans his head back and stares into your eyes, allowing the tension to grow. “Fuck it.”

Bucky grabs both sides of your face and pulls you into him so he can kiss you. The second his lips touch yours, it’s game over. He growls when you grind your hips down on his either in frustration that you’re getting his cock hard or in lust for the exact same reason. He reaches to the side of the seat and pulls on the level that puts the seat back even though he pretty much has it all the way back. You reach over and pull the lever that lays the seat back, and he moves his hands down to your hips to grip you hard.

Even without that vibranium arm, his fingers will leave bruises on your skin for you to admire later.

You kiss down his jaw and to his neck where you nip at his skin, hard enough to leave behind marks. This between you two has been a long time coming so Bucky doesn’t want to waste any time with you right now. He pulls you back up to his lips and kisses you while snaking his hands down to between your legs. With an effortless tug, he rips your pants in half at the seam.

“What the fuck?” you mutter and pull away from him. “Your cock is so desperate to get wet that you couldn’t wait for me to take off my pants?”

“Shut the fuck up,” he says and pulls you back to his mouth.

You reach down and undo the button and zipper of his jeans before reaching in and gripping his cock with one hand. God, he’s so big that your entire hand can’t fit all the way around him. Good thing you’re a shapeshifter and can stretch as needed. It also means you can make it as tight as you want.

You pull it out and pump twice before moving your panties to the side. You position him right below your entrance and only slide the tip in. Bucky slams the back of his head against the seat in frustration but you’re not gonna make this easy on him. Unfortunately for you, Bucky is a lot stronger than you. He braces his feet on the floorboard and thrusts up while pulling you down on him. You don’t even have time to react because he’s filling you up deeper than you thought possible.

“Fuck!” you gasp and brace yourself with one hand on the seat by his head.

He starts with a ruthless pace, pounding up into you like his life depends on it. The car immediately fogs over at the increasing tension, and you slam your hand on the window which leaves behind an imprint.

“God, you’re such a good girl taking all of me. You’re so tight.”

“I can go tighter,” you smirk.

You lean down and kiss Bucky sloppily while he reaches down and slides his hand into your pants so he can thumb your clit. That plus the angle in which he’s thrusting is enough to push you closer to the edge. You know you’re close when the pressure is increasing, and you start to clench around him to show him you’re getting there.

“Awe, does my Doll want to come?”

“Mmhmm,” you whimper.

“Not yet.”

“Please, Bucky.”

“I said no.” He reaches up and grips your throat with his flesh hand. He slows down his thrusting only to go deeper. “Fuck, I’m close.”

“Then come.”

“You first,” he grins. “Come for me.”

Bucky rubs your clit in hard circles and that’s enough to push you over the edge. You gasp and moan as the waves of pleasure rush over your entire body. Your pussy spasms and clenches his cock, and he moans as he shoots his load into you. He thrusts a few times to ride out your high before relaxing into the seat.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” you chuckle tiredly.

“Just wait until you see what I’m like in a bed,” he smirks. “Let’s go home so I can worship you properly.”

“Lead the way,” you smirk and move off him.

Well, Bucky’s good for one thing. He’s not that insufferable.

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[kaliforniahigh]

Noah with a girl who is most definitely not a gamer:

Most days you're just happy to watch him play while you're reading a book or scrolling through your phone.

You add commentary here and there about the way he is playing even though you understand nothing.

You can't understand, for the life of you, how he can spend 3 or 4 hours playing the same game!!!

Noah has tried to make you like games like Red Dead Redemption or The Last of Us.

He sits behind you, with you between his legs and explains every button and how to shoot and how to aim and everything else you need to know.

And you really do try, even though his hands and his fingers are totally distracting you.

But your aim is shit!!! and you totally blame his controller when you keep crashing your horse into trees!!!

You hand him the controller whenever you have to shoot at people.

Gets sidetracked exploring the town and forgets what you're supposed to be doing.

So he tries Mortal Kombat, because that's easier, right?

You go through every character until you choose the one you want and it is solely based on looks and not skill at all.

You make him wait to start the round because you wanna test every button and every move your character makes during the fight.

His character is just waiting there like 🧍🏻

Ends up pressing buttons randomly and complains when your character doesn't do what you want them to do.

He laughs a lot at this and thinks you're absolutely the cutest thing he's ever seen on this planet.

Ends up taking your face in his hands and gives you kisses everywhere.

Downloads The Sims, Sonic, the Goose Game and Crash Bandicoot on his computer just for you.

He finds out you like to play GTA so you can steal cars and punch people randomly on the streets.

So watching you play and cause absolute chaos is his favorite thing ever.

Laughs when the police are chasing you but you can't drive the car properly, so you speed too much, crash and die.

[houseofanticipation]

It starts with a guy from work. You've seen him around before; you think he works in IT because he always seems to be at someone else's computer. But you've never spoken to him. You're not even sure if you've ever made eye contact with him.

You must have done something to attract his attention, though, because one day after work he follows you home. You notice him first on the bus. That's strange—you've never seen him on here before. Maybe he usually stays later than you, or maybe his car is in the shop. You wonder if you should say hello or something, but you decide against it. The guy probably wouldn't even recognize you.

It's a few minutes after disembarking the bus before you realize the guy has gotten off too. You hear sound behind you, maybe the scuff of a shoe on the sidewalk, and you turn to look. There he is, about a block behind you, walking intently toward you. Shit. This is not an accident, not some weird coincidence. This man is following you.

You speed up, and you hear him do the same. You glance back, and see he's gaining on you. He knows you're onto him now; he has no reason to be stealthy. Your house is only a block away, but at this pace he might catch up with you before then. . .

You break into a sprint. There's no use pretending now, this is a pursuit and you don't intend to be caught. You hear him give chase behind you, but you don't waste time on looking back. You get your keys ready as you run, so when you arrive at the door you have it open in five seconds flat.

Then he crashes into you. You fall together to the carpeted floor of your front hallway. He's on top of you, pinning you down, kicking the door closed behind him. You struggle, but he's surprisingly powerful for an IT guy; he pushes your head into the ground, rubbing the side of your face raw against the carpet as he roughly kisses your neck. He's grinding against your ass, and you can feel through his pants how hard he is. That's when you finally start screaming.

He hikes up your pencil skirt, grunting with sick lust. You beg him to leave you alone, tell him you'll give him money, give him whatever he wants. He pulls your panties aside, and you feel his lips brush your ear as he leans in close.

"All I want is you."

He rapes you raw, ramming his cock again and again into your unlubricated pussy. You scream in pain and fear and disgust, and soon he's taking you by the hips and pulling you into him, burying his cock as deep as it'll go as he fills you up with his foul seed. You stay there for a moment, the two of you: him savoring the feel of your pussy, you too broken to stop him. Then he pulls out, and moments later you hear the front door open and shut.

The guy goes to jail, eventually. You manage to scrape yourself off the floor, call the police. It's obvious to look at you that you've been assaulted, and the guy didn't bother to cover his tracks. At some point someone swabs your vagina, which is humiliating, but at that point you're too out of it to care much. When the case goes to court, the guy pleads guilty, says he knew there'd be consequences, but he decided it'd be worth it. He shoots you a wink across the courtroom. Says he was right.

You used to masturbate regularly. Just a bit of fun, a way to relax after a long day at work. You try it a few times after the incident, maybe trying to reclaim ownership of your own body, but it no longer seems to do anything for you. You use your fingers, your vibrators, your dildo, but none of them work. You can still feel them, you know they should feel good, but touching your pussy now feels no different than touching your hand. Any sensation of sexual pleasure is gone.

But you're still horny. Maybe hornier than you were before. Your pussy gets wet at nothing, and something deep in your groin aches for an orgasm. Trying to make yourself cum becomes almost an obsession. You spend hours every evening watching every variety of porn you can find, going to town on yourself with every toy in your arsenal, and some new ones you pick up just to try. You pick up guys in bars, fuck them in bathrooms or back alleys, but each encounter just ends with you moaning performatively, telling them how good they feel, and letting them cum inside you just to get it over with. After six months you're so horny that you sometimes have trouble thinking straight, and you've pretty much resigned yourself to the fact that you're unlikely ever to cum again.

And then a man gropes you on the street.

It's broad daylight. You were already getting a bad vibe from him before he crossed the street, and now he's walking next to you, talking to you, asking if you want to go on a date, asking why you don't want to talk to him. Then, without warning, his hand is up your skirt, fingers snaking past your panties, violating you.

You have to press your knees together not to cum right there.

A few passersby pull him off you, throw him to the ground, someone is calling the police. But you don't have time to wait for the police. You have to get somewhere private, now. You duck into the nearest alley, crouch behind a dumpster to block the view from the street, and begin to masturbate furiously. Your fingers come away sloppy and wet, but you feel absolutely nothing. You cover your face with your hands and scream with frustration.

You try not to think about it. For a few long weeks you try to justify it, explain it away, but you know what you felt, and you know in your heart what finally did it. You wonder if it's even worth it, if an orgasm or two is really all that great, but you can't deny the affect this inability to cum is having your life: your work is slipping, your relationships deteriorating. You're lost in fantasies, imagining elaborate scenarios that might make you cum, knowing they never would. The more you think about it, the more you think you don't have any other choice.

One night you take the bus to a bad part of town. You leave your wallet, your keys, everything but the bus fare, at home. You wear an outfit you bought just for this: a skirt that barely covers three fourths of your ass. A shirt that flatters your cleavage, and lets your hard nipples poke out of the fabric. You consider going without panties, but you worry if you give too much invitation it won't work. You hope to god no one you know sees you like this; it's probably more skin than you've revealed publicly since you were a baby.

You walk past three men standing on a street corner. They whistle at you, invite you to let them show you a good time, but you keep walking. Your heart races as you hear them take up stride behind you; it's not that you want to be raped again, per se. You're terrified of being raped, in fact. But you need so desperately to cum that you're willing to ignore the fear, the humiliation, the pain. Tears stream down your face as you turn into an alley and quickly find it ends in a dead end. You turn around to face the men, who now block your exit.

"Come on, baby, you don't have to be like that," say the man in front. He looks like the oldest of the three, has a big bald spot and a belly that hangs over his belt. The other two are a little younger: one is broad and muscular and covered in tattoos, the other scrawny and nervous.

Without a word you approach the older man, one step at a time, trying not to let your knees wobble or your lips quiver. He snickers and makes a joke to his cronies, but you don't hear it—all you can hear is the blood pounding in your ears. You get in close, face to face with him, and he purses his lips in a taunting mock kiss. You spit full force in his face.

He wheels back, wiping his face. The other men look shocked, unsure exactly what to do, but he knows what to do. He knows exactly what to do. "You fucking bitch!" He's grabbing you by the throat, throwing you up against the wall, holding a knife to your throat. "You want to act like a cunt?" He lifts up your tiny skirt. "Then cunt is all you're good for."

It's like fireworks through your body the moment his fingers are in your pussy. You clench around him, involuntarily willing him further inside. An exultant moan forces itself through your lips before you can even think. This is not like any fingering ever was before, by your own hand or someone else's. This is a new height of pleasure, and you have a feeling this is only the beginning.

"This little slut is into it," says the man, almost in wonder. He turns to the scrawny guy. "Keep watch. This bitch needs to be taught a lesson."

He takes you by the neck again and throws you to the ground. You take a few ugly scrapes from the gravely asphalt, but you know now that this pain is minor compared to the reward it'll earn you. At the older man's instruction the tattooed guy holds you down, one hand holding both wrists over your head, the other pinning you to the ground by your throat. You struggle to breath, unable even to turn your head to see what's going on, but you don't need to wait long.

This rape is better than the last one. You never thought you'd be comparing rapes like some kind of connoisseur, but there it is. Face up is marginally more comfortable face down, and starting with your pussy already wet makes a world of difference. The older man has to lift his belly to get inside you, and once he's in he lets it roll over you like a smelly, hairy pillow. The feeling of him inside you is incredible. You thought you liked sex, but now you realize you had no idea what it was. You moan wildly, uncontrollably, and the more pleasure you feel the angrier your rapist gets. He thrusts like he's trying to beat you senseless, but it just makes it better, and before long you're cumming harder than you've ever cum in your life, screaming in ecstasy and thrashing violently against is pelvis. Maybe it's the motion, or maybe it's your pussy squeezing like it'll never let him go, but the man gives a strangled groan and shoots warm, lovely cum into the darkest recesses of your body.

You're still panting when the older man says to the other, "you gotta try this bitch." They trade places, and now the older man is holding you down, but he isn't as strong as other guy, so he has to hold his knife to your throat. The tattooed guy's cock is bigger than the other's, and the moment it's past your pussy lips you know you're going to cum again. This rape is harder; the guy has less to move, so he's able to pound you faster. You feel like his cock is splitting you open with every thrust, but the pain isn't really even pain anymore. It's just another part of the building orgasm. The knife nicks your skin (he's having trouble holding it still with all the thrashing you're doing) and you just squeal with delight. You're approaching another climax, so without really thinking about it you wrap your legs around the guy's waist and drive him right into you down to the balls, eyes rolling back as he fills you with your second load in the last ten minutes. He lets out a surprisingly soft whimper and runs his hands over your thighs, as if enjoying their softness.

The old guy calls the last one over, the scrawny one with the uncomfortable look on his face. The old guy tells him to fuck you. He looks nervously at you, and then back at his leader. Just to play with him, you start begging him, pleading him to let you go. "Don't do this to me. Please, I'm sorry, I won't tell anyone, please just let me go!" He looks like he's going to refuse until the old guy presses the knife into your neck, drawing a thin stripe of wet pain across your skin.

Stammering apologies, the guy pulls out his cock and climbs over you. You don't let him look away from your eyes, begging and telling him you know he's better than this, please, you know he's not like them, and he's inside you and you're screaming. Screaming like a rabbit caught in a trap, a long, piercing scream that erupts into uncontrollable fits of giddy laughter as you mount your third orgasm of the night.

You feel crazy. You feel like a feral animal. Some part of you wonders if you'll be able to go back to normal, go back to work tomorrow like none of this happened. The scrawny guy's cock is surprisingly big; it fills you up real nice. But he's not going hard enough. This is hardly even rape, it's just a sad fuck. You pull your tits out over the low-cut neckline of your shirt, give him something to look at, but all that happens is his cock gets a little harder. You need more.

Before you even quite know what you're doing, you throw yourself up at him. The knife cuts you as the old guy loses his grip on it, but you don't care. You roll on top of the scrawny guy and start fucking him like you need to be fucked, hard and fast and angry. In the spur of the moment you put your hand on his neck and bear down, watching his eyes bulge and his mouth open and close like a goldfish. You're just getting the idea that you should bite into his shoulder, tear something off him, when a pair of muscular arms hook under your armpits and pull you back.

You lose your grip on his neck, but the animal part of you refuses to give up his cock. Your legs lock underneath him, dragging him with you as the tattooed man tries to pull you away. He's close, you can feel it in the rhythm of his throbbing cock. Just a few more gyrations and. . .

When he explodes inside you it's like you can feel his cum swirling through your entire body, filling you up from the bottom to the top. A satisfied warmth washes over you and you let him go, torrents of cum pouring out of you in his wake.

The arms drop you and the scrawny man fumbles to get his pants up. "This bitch is fucking crazy!" says the tattooed man behind you, and before you know it all three of them are stumbling out of the alley.

You flop on the asphalt, exhausted, but completely satisfied for the first time in six months. You let the aftershocks ripple over you, basking in the glow of the blood on your neck, the cum in your pussy. As you stare up at the black sky, you wonder how long it'll be before you have to do this again.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Roadkill: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Someone is using their vehicle to run people over, but why? What compels someone to take another life?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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Not even a day later, there is news of another murder. This time, the victim is a man. He was chased down in a parking garage and nearly got away when the unsub rammed his truck into an elevator, nearly cutting him in two. There are crime scenes--one on the second floor where the initial contact was made, and the one on the first floor where the unsub made contact with the victim.

"The impact nearly cut him in two. His name is Victor Costella, a podiatrist. He works in the building," Detective Quinn says.

"This is the first male victim. So much for the rape theory."

"He ran down from the level above to try to get away."

You're brought back to earlier in the day and see Victor run down from the car ramp to the first floor. The unsub is right behind him with an angry look on his face. You can't see the unsub at all but you can tell by the way it's speeding at Victor that he is angry. Victor thinks he's gonna make it to the elevator, but it closes right before he can get on. That's when the unsub rammed into him.

You rewind the events and follow Victor up the ramp to the second floor. Victor's car is all the way on the other side of the parking garage, so he's running backward the more you rewind. You rewind it as far as it can go and let it play normally. Victor leaves the building and heads to his car, not having seen the unsub in his truck. When he gets halfway to it, the unsub speeds forward to hit Victor but the victim jumps out of the way.

He rams into his personal car, and that's when Victor starts running away. He passes by you in a mist that brings you back to reality.

"Is this the victim's car?" Spencer asks.

"Yeah, why?"

"Uh, excuse me for a second." Spencer takes out his phone and calls Penelope as he walks away. "Garcia, I need you to look into something."

"This is a reserved spot. The unsub knew where he was gonna park and must have gotten here early and picked this spot right across. Somebody might have seen him waiting."

"Somebody did," an officer says. "I talked to an x-ray tech on the third floor. She noticed a truck when she arrived."

"Was he inside it?"

"Yeah, but she couldn't see him because of the tint."

"How did she know if he was inside, then?"

"She said the window was cracked. The occupant was smoking."

"I don't suppose your people found any cigarette butts, did they?" The officer shakes his head. "What time did the tech get in?"

"Ten in the morning."

"He waited for seven hours. A proper addict could go through a whole pack." Rossi walks over to the spot where the unsub was waiting and notices the cigarettes on the ground. It looks like the cigarettes were stripped down. "He field-stripped these."

"What is that?" Emily asks.

"It's something they teach soldiers to avoid leaving traces in the field. They squeeze out the filter then ball up the surrounding paper."

"Then our unsub could be ex-military."

"We can get DNA on this," the officer says. "If we're lucky, he'll be in the system."

"If he's military, why would he choose a truck as his weapon?"

This gets you thinking. Why would he use his truck as a weapon if he could use guns? He's been in the military, so he should be comfortable using one.

"Yeah, a truck is loud and draws attention. Plus, he risked rendering it inoperable. This doesn't make any sense."

"It does to him. He needs to kill this way. I just don't know why."

"Guys, I think I know what connects the victims," Spencer says. You head back to the police station so that everyone can hear what he has to say while local police stayed behind at the crime scene. "All of the victims drove red two-door coupes."

"Don't you think that could be a coincidence?" Quinn asks.

"It's statistically significant. We haven't been able to find any other common denominators but this. If the unsub is targeting people because of their cars, then his initial contact with them would have been on the road."

"What if he had to use his truck as a weapon?" you say. "Think about it. He's in the military and gets hurt. If he's disabled, then he has no other choice but to use his car. I don't know why he chose these people as his victims, but I think looking into injuries in the military is worth it."

"I agree," Hotch says. "It's worth looking into."

"I spoke to the families about the victims' daily car travel," JJ says. "There's one road all the victims have in common. Route 7."

"Of course," Quinn sighs.

"Does that mean something to you?"

"Maybe we should take a drive."

Quinn takes Hotch and Spencer to Route 7 on a hill that overlooks the road. There are a bunch of crosses on the other side of the road where people have lost their lives. It's such a dangerous stretch of roads that the locals call it "Suicide 7". The crosses represent the fatalities of the accidents that have happened there. The fire chief put them up to remind drivers to be careful.

There are two lanes with no dividers, so there are either a lot of head-on collisions or people get run off the road. Maybe the unsub didn't get injured in the military but got injured from an accident he was involved in on this road. If he felt someone was responsible for his injuries, that could be how he's choosing his victims. Using his truck gives the unsub power and control that he otherwise lacks in his everyday life.

The idea that he's avenging his own physical suffering speaks to a victim mentality that's inconsistent with the profile, so maybe it's not just about his own suffering. It's safe to say that you're comfortable with giving the profile out. While you're giving the profile out, JJ is talking to the press about the same thing.

"As we speak, this profile and a description of the unsub's truck are being released to state and national media," Hotch says. "In addition to what we already know, we believe the unsub is ex-military, most likely Army or Marines. We also believe he's physically handicapped."

"From combat?" an officer asks.

"No, from an automobile accident. This accident may have occurred along Route 7 where the unsub finds his victims."

"Does that have something to do with why he's going after red coupes?"

"We believe that he holds the driver of a comparable vehicle responsible for his accident, and this person is the object of his rage. Since he can't confront them, he's taking revenge against a surrogate."

Emily walks in with two boxes in her hands followed by Derek with two more boxes.

"These boxes contain accident reports from a strip of Route 7 between Bend and Eugene. There's about five years' worth. We're gonna need everyone you can spare to comb through them."

"We've also compiled a list of local rehabilitation facilities where the unsub may have gone to recover. Use the profile as you canvass these places. Remember, we're looking for a white male in his early forties that is former military who may have sustained severe injury in a car accident. Though only owners of red coupes have been targeted at this point, we're asking all drivers to be vigilant on the road. Thank you.

Rossi, Quinn, half the BAU team, and some officers go out to canvass the area and the local rehab centers in hopes one of them knows who your unsub is. You grab some files from one of the boxes when JJ walks in with a man.

"Just wait right here," she says to him, and she approaches Hotch. "Hotch, we just got a walk-in. His name is Gil Bonner. It's about the unsub's accident. He says it's his fault."

"Sir, why do you think this accident is your fault?"

"It was late, and I'd spent all day in Eugene with my mom. She'd been sick. I shouldn't have been driving, but I just wanted to get home to see my little girl. It was darker than usual. I remember the moon was just a sliver. Right outside the cascades, my phone started vibrating so when I went to reach for it, I knocked it off the far side of the seat. It fell down by the door and I thought I could reach it. I took my eyes off the road but it couldn't have been for more than a few seconds. When I looked back up, there were lights and this horn was blaring. I swerved at the last second and kept on going without a scratch."

"You'd gone into the oncoming lane? What happened to the other vehicle?"

"That's the thing. It was in the rearview mirror and then it was gone. It vanished."

"Why didn't you stop?"

"It didn't seem real."

"Wait, you're saying you just pretended it didn't happen?" you ask.

"I guess if you tell yourself something for long enough, you can make anything true."

"Well, you're here now. Tell us about the other vehicle."

"It's definitely the truck you're looking for. When I saw the news, it all made sense. It's come back for revenge."

"When did the accident occur?"

"December of 2007, the second Saturday."

"There are no accidents reported in December of 2007," Spencer says, confused.

"No, I'm sure there was."

"Maybe you have your dates wrong?"

"I guess it could have been November."

"Uh, memories are like puzzle pieces, and it's entirely possible that in suppressing these for so long, you've sort of rearranged things. How long was your mother sick for?"

"Five months. She died in January, that much I know."

Gil wasn't able to get much on the unsub, but Derek and Emily did. What you know about the unsub is that he's ex-military that's good with his hands when it comes to cars. Even with that generic description, you're still going through five years with of patients with the same conditions. If you can narrow it down to a five-month window between September 2007 and January 2008, that would help a lot.

Some of the doctors refused to believe that a person who is paraplegic isn't capable of murder, but they have special rigging equipment that can help them drive. There is one person who went to therapy that made a lot of progress physically but wasn't advancing as well mentally. His name is Ian Coakley, and the doctors he worked with were baffled that he was making physical progress but none mentally.

The doctors have patients write and draw daily to help strengthen their hands, and when Ian was tasked to do this, he would draw trucks with spikes and other weapons coming out of them. Anger is part of healing, but the things Ian did is over the top. It's his murder fantasy that he's now making a reality.

The unsub is having a hard time trying to piece together what exactly happened, which is why his victims and their cars keep changing. His mind is trying to find out the truth about what happened. When it changes, so do his victims. When Derek and Emily got the date of his accident, they immediately send it back over to the office so you can go over what happened.

"September 28, 2007, Ian and Sheila Coakley crashed while driving home from Napa Valley going Eastbound on Route 7 around midnight. It appeared their car was run off the road and flipped numerous times with no witnesses. His wife was riding in the passenger seat. She died at the scene," Spencer reads.

"Coakley survived. Paramedics indicated spinal cord injury. Morgan said he fractured his T6 and T7 vertebrae. He's paraplegic."

"That's not all. He's a former light-wheel mechanic in the Army National Guard," you add.

"Does it say anything about a red car?"

"No. It says Coakley suffered memory loss after the accident. Short-term retrograde amnesia is common after a serious accident."

"I think it's safe to say he remembers now," Rossi scoffs.

"Do we have an address?"

"Garcia is working on it now."

Hotch calls Penelope but before he can talk, she does.

"Okay, the house Coakley and his wife bought was foreclosed on ten months after his accident. There's a paper trail that leads to a land called Nowhere. He cashed some insurance checks during a stay at Edelman House, but after he left, zilch."

"Are there any relatives he could be staying with?"

"No. I tried that. There's no family in the area. My exquisitely educated guess is he's either squatting or subletting with cash."

"What about his truck?"

"He owns a '79 Dodge D100. He bought it used ten years ago."

"He's had to rebuild it several times now. Those parts can't be easy to find for a truck that old."

"I smell what you're cooking, Agent," Penelope chuckles at Rossi. "I'll check auto suppliers in Bend." She pauses while she types. "Yeah, Rossi gets a fruit cup with lunch. He's having the parts drop-shipped through Syd's Auto Shop and sent directly to an address in Southwest Bend."

Your team heads over to Ian's house when Penelope sends over the address for Ian. He's not home, obviously, but this trip isn't a total waste. You don't have to step foot into the house to know if you go in there, you're going to throw up. Ian smokes so much that his entire house reeks of cigarette smoke. You don't care what job you're doing, you're not going in there.

That's fucking disgusting.

"Get all your vehicles off this street and set up a perimeter," Rossi says to Quinn. "If Coakley returns, we want to be ready for him."

"Got it."

"Rossi, Y/N, you'll want to see this," Derek calls from the garage. Thank God the garage door is open to air out the smell of cigarettes, but you don't need to go inside to see what's in there. A ton of grilles are on the ground... grilles that Ian has replaced. "Look at the grilles. They still got blood on them."

"He's been switching plates, too." There are different types of plates on his workbench. "We should revise the BOLO."

"Rossi, look at this," Derek says. He finds some pictures of all the victims in a nearby box. "This is stalk central. He has pictures of everyone."

"Who's this guy?" you ask and point to the last one. "Do you think it's possible there are other victims we don't know about?"

"I don't think so. Garcia would have found them."

"Then I think we've found his next target." Derek quickly calls Penelope. "Hey, baby girl. I need you to run a plate fast."

Half of the team went to talk to the wife of the next victim, James Burke. His wife was home but he wasn't. According to her, he goes on a bike ride with a club of people around town. Whenever he's on his rides, he doesn't take his phone with him so there is no way to call him and warn him.

He has a regular route on the Prineville Reservoir Loop which is a fifty-mile roundtrip from their house. Ian is going after him next and it's your job to find James before Ian does. You're in the same car as Rossi and Derek while Hotch is in the same car as Quinn. You call Hotch and connect him over Bluetooth so everyone can talk to each other.

"Hotch, we're on Route 26 heading toward the Reservoir. I think we're about halfway around the loop. So far no sign of him," Rossi says.

"Copy that. We're heading southbound on 20. Hopefully, we can hit Route 26 before they fly by us."

Emily, Spencer, and JJ are back at the station doing more research on Ian and his accident when Emily noticed something strange about the case. Ian got injured to the point where his memories started changing the more he thought of different theories as to what happened. Ian was driving his wife's car the night of the accident, and it was a red Coupe.

The only explanation for that is there was no other car on the road that night. The make and model of the car keep changing in Ian's mind like he knows they aren't right. His doctor at the rehab facility called it fluid memory since it's always changing, but what if it was more than that? If that accident was a single-car accident, then it's Ian's fault he ran off the road. He was driving back from Napa Valley which is a long drive in of itself. He must have fallen asleep at the wheel and driven off the cliff.

The thought that he'd be responsible for his wife's death was too much to bear so he projected the blame onto someone else. He blamed someone who was driving a red Coupe not knowing that it was him who was driving it.

"Gil wasn't responsible for the accident, Ian was. He just refuses to believe it," you say.

There are two cars chasing Ian who is chasing James around like a maniac. Ian sees the group of bikers that James is part of and lurches forward at top speed but Hotch is quicker than him. Hotch intercepts Ian and runs his car right into the driver-side door, causing a side-impact collision. The hood of Hotch's car is up and the engine is smoking but both occupants are alright.

Ian tries to back out and go after his target again, but the Detective gets out and aims his gun at Ian. Ian isn't the kind of unsub that will be stopped by talking to him. He's either going to get cornered and get arrested or he's going to kill himself.

He chooses the latter when he realizes it's his fault he killed his wife.

You come around the corner and see Hotch's accident, but he orders you to follow after Ian. Derek peels away from the scene and speeds off after the black truck, though, he never gets close enough to hit him. The mountains have curvy roads and steep inclines, and you're getting a bit car sick from all this, you have to admit.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," you groan and take deep breaths.

"Sorry, mama," Derek sighs.

Ian inches up the hill toward a spot where there are no other roads. It's a lookout spot for people to park and enjoy the view. However, Ian isn't planning on stopping. He presses the gas more the closer he gets to the edge of the cliff.

"No, don't do it, man."

Ian's car drives off the cliff at full speed, and you gasp in horror.

"Derek, stop!!" Derek comes to a screeching halt right before you can suffer the same fate. "Yeah, I'm gonna be sick."

Car chases and fast driving aside, you're glad this case is over. You get to spend the weekend with your boyfriend in a hotel room away from all this. You and Spencer can't be more excited which is why you two are packing up as quickly as you can.

"Alright, we are going away for the whole weekend. If you call, we will not answer," you joke. Of course, if it's an emergency, you'll come in but everyone knows not to bother you two. "Are you ready to go?"

"Lead the way," Spencer grins and grabs your hand.

"The human voice can never reach the distance that is covered by the still small voice of conscience." - Mahatma Gandhi

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[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

We have car chase QUESTIONS!🧐

Meghan SMOLLETT's security team flagged down a random taxi cab outside of a Hertz Rental Car storefront.

The driver picked up the 3 Meghans and 1 security guy, drove them around the block for 10 minutes, then dropped them off---- back at the same Hertz storefront where he was flagged down for the pickup. $50 for a 10 minute chase.

1-What disappointing news were they reading on Doria's phone BEFORE the hoax?

2-Maybe they saw The Princess of Wales was (still) TRENDING while The Meghans were the laughing stock in a Hertz dress?

3-Do they look worried about SECURITY? The Meghans arranged for the paparazzi to gather outside of the Hertz storefront and the photographers were planning to follow them out for dinner.

4-Why did they irresponsibly walk through the photographers via the street level exit instead of the Hertz garage?

They have been teasing the public with a car crash scene since megflix.

4-At what point during this enjoyable paparazzi frenzy did they initiate the Operation Paparazzi Chase Hoax?

5-What security team would irresponsibly assign his charges to some random bright yellow NYC taxi cab in an attempt to shake off the paparazzi?

In Megflix Meghan said "safety first." She mentioned driving into a garage to avoid the invisible paparazzi.

6-So why did they seek safety in a strange vehicle instead of the Heartz garage?

The Meghans used their histrionic press release to shut down the distribution of the taxi cab photos and video footage. They claimed the photos were obtained under duress yet the driver disputes those claims.

7-So what is the real reason?

8-If they are comfortable riding in random NYC taxi cabs (with the window rolled down) then why on earth should ANY government fund the cost of their security?

9-The freelance photographers told Backgrid that 1 SUV in their convoy was recklessly driving. Was that before or after the taxi cab ride?

10-In megflix, the Meghans used video footage that violated Diana's privacy, Catherine's privacy and others. Their law suits resurrected footage that violates Chelsey Davey's privacy. It has even opened the floodgates for their suckit squad to harass Chesley online.

They dont really care about privacy rights, they care about manipulating facts to manufacture THEIR TRUTH.

No way would they give a random driver their lodging location.

11-What was the point of the 10 min trip around the block? Were they strategizing next steps?

12-What happened in 10 min around the block that made it "safe" to transfer from a strange taxi back to their SUV?

13-Where were their dinner reservations and for what time?

14-We know Meghan is capable of falling apart with tears from 1 or both eyes, so what's with her post-taxi cab facial expression?

The actress is not frightened or upset. She looks like someone searching for a rock that she can crawl underneath.

A walk of shame before an alleged 15 minute pit stop at a local NYPD station where no police report was filed. They basically stopped to get directions🤡

This seems like a psychological operation gone wrong. It reminds me of the day Meghan arranged for paparazzi to snap photos of her sitting with Ralph Lauren models (talking to the air) amongst Cressida and other members of the "glossy posse" at Wimbledon. The same week in 2016 that they want us to believe she was first introduced to Harry by Violet.

Unfortunately for her, she was assigned to the wrong seat but because she had arranged to be photographed, we were gifted with photos of her showing her complimentary ticket and angrily playing musical chairs because she was in the wrong seat.

We watched Meghan contact Serena's team (Jill Smoller) who allowed her to join them in the family box with Anna Wintour who offered her a sweater (she appeared cold wearing black SUEDE in July to advertise the off season RL dress).

My point---The Meghans arranged for the paparazzi frenzy but it backfired. The taxi cab photos and video footage expose them as liars and hoaxers.

They didn't file a police report or press charges against the big bad paparazzi.

15-Did they stop by the police precinct for damage control?

Was it a way to temporarily legitimize their hoax, thereby affording them enough time to make the front pages of the UK papers they claim to loathe?

The digital imprint and permanent digital search engines will be VICTIM Meghan in the ugly Hertz dress. Any criticism of her appearance, participation trophies or hoax is harassment because the papers were bullied (using of the "Diana Card") into printing the 1st side of the story.

"The one who states his case first seems right, until the other comes and examines him." // "The first one to plead his cause seems right, Until his neighbor comes and examines him." Proverbs 18:17

Let's see how they spin themselves out of this web of lies.

By the way, Sunshine Sachs represents Jussie Smollett and Tyler Perry bailed him out of jail and flew him out of Chicago to LA. Just sayin'.

[marcelllyn]

Daughter of a vampire.

This is the second part of a short fanfic about Dean and a vampire's daughter. It has not been reviewed!!!

Synopsis: With several cases of something that looks like vampires, Dean and Sam turn to an old friend, perhaps for Dean she was more than an ex-friend. But most importantly, she is the daughter of a vampire.

Warnings: Blood, sexual content, do not read if you are underage! English is not my first language, vampires, light and heavy anguish. Author's note:This is the second part, maybe it was written in a hurry, maybe…

- Sam, look over there! - The girl pointed to a man who totally matched the description of some of the victims.

They both looked at the wanted paper coming up to make sure they weren't chasing the wrong person.

- Dean, start the car! - Sam shouted.

It was getting dark, they knew it was dangerous to chase a probable vampire at that hour. The two of them got into the car, she sat in the back seat with stakes and knives.

- We found the guy, he went right. - Sam pointed to the dark street the man had entered.

Dean accelerated the car then followed the man down the street which wasn't exactly empty, there was a jovial party going on nearby, some young drunks were passing by.

The girl took the time to do up her ponytail and check the laces on her leather boots.

Then the man wearing a red overcoat and carrying a book between his right arm joined two other people, a blonde woman wearing a suit and an old man in a red sweater.

- Do you think it could be him? - Dean looked at her doubtfully.

The woman's heart was pounding. It could only be him with his familiar face. Her father was standing there talking, the man she had sworn had died years ago. Her stomach ached at the strange proximity, albeit at a considerable distance, of the man.

His irritating voice took over her head, repeating the last word she heard come out of his bloodthirsty mouth, “Good girl” over and over and over.

- Valkyrie? - Dean asked again. - Is that him?

Sam and Dean looked worriedly in the rearview mirror. She silenced their voices with a pinch on her thigh and then answered.

- Yes, that's him. - She answered hurriedly. - I'm sure it is.

She hoped the two of them hadn't noticed her little trip through her mind. After all, they had all been tired since early morning, looking for small clues, walking around looking for victims, family members or the like. And finally they found one, a man who complained that he had been attacked by another man with big teeth and had only come out alive because some men had helped him. This man filed a report with the police, and they made a sketch that looked a lot like the man she had painted that month, the same one whose body had disappeared from the morgue.

A handsome man with angelic features, a British accent, curly blond hair and tanned skin, he was handsome enough to catch the woman's eye on a dreary, overcast Sunday afternoon in the supermarket's pasta section. As soon as she spotted the man, she felt the need to turn him into art.

Dean continued to follow them down the street in silence, he knew it was a sensitive subject for you.

- I think we'd better walk this way, or we'll attract a lot of attention. - Sam said quietly. - Are you all right, Val?

- You'll be better when it's over. - She smiled sarcastically.

They all got out of the car. The end of the street was a circular driveway, lots of undergrowth and a grand abandoned mansion. Further in was a large forest, easy to get lost in. The group had entered the house, so it wouldn't be a good idea to go in there at the moment.

- I feel like I'm in an episode of Scooby-Doo. - Dean commented, picking up a stake. - Is this a vampire meeting?

- I don't think so, it's too quiet for more than three people inside. - Sam commented in a calm tone of voice.

- We'd better go around the house. - She took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Sam and Dean followed her into the woods, pulling out some brush to get through. Even though he didn't want to say it, Dean was distressed at once again having to come face to face with Valkyrie's father, the last time she had come out bruised, almost dead; even though it had been years since the two had spoken, the same feeling of protection ran through his body.

The strong flashlight that Sam held guided them to a small entrance of a small, crumbling house. There was no one in the big house, but there was certainly someone inside.

- Are you sure we shouldn't see the mansion first? - Sam asked.

The woman nodded. Dean then fiddled with the old wooden door, which promptly fell to the ground. A thundering noise. The three of them checked the area to make sure no one had heard it.

- “Look.” Sam pointed inside the house, a place with no furniture. Just two rooms and a ladder down.

- “Okay, Sam and I will go downstairs, you go back to the car. - Dean placed the car key in the woman's soft hand.

She let out an offended grunt and handed the key back.

- I'm not going to wait like a child in the car. You asked for my help and that's what I'm going to do. - She stepped forward onto the dusty wooden floor.

A strong, rough hand grabbed her arm to pull her back.

- I can't let you take that risk again.

A loud noise of voices appears, taking their attention away from the conversation. Sam goes to one side while Dean pulls her to go with him. Down they go around the small house, Sam was doing just that. And then, with a misstep, Dean and Valkyrie fall from a considerable height into a Wendigo-like tunnel.

- Are you all right? - She moaned.

- Yes, it was a small fall. - Valkyrie grumbled.

- Funny. - Dean held out his hand so she could get up.

She shook his hand and stood up. With a pained smile on her face.

- So, how are we going to get out of here? - She fixed her ponytail.

He pointed to the left where it was just a wall full of earth and roots, on the other a half wall, leaving only a not very large gap.

- Could we try from above? - Point to the hole where they fell in.

- It's not safe, they could be up there.

- What about Sammy?

- He can take care of himself, I'm sure he's fine.

Lowering her head in a sign of giving up, she approached Dean, who was lighting up the small passage.

- No scratches or anything poisonous.

- Good. - He headed for the wall.

- What are you doing?

- I'm going over to the other side.

- No, I'll go first, we don't know what's on the other side. - Dean pulled her closer.

- Rock, paper, scissors. Let's go! - She clenched her fist.

He rolled his eyes and closed his fist too.

- Rock, paper, scissors! - They both spoke quickly.

Scissors cut the paper, Dean was the paper, Valkyrie the scissors.

- Let's go together. - Dean snorted.

The two of them were squeezed together at first, the pressure of her ass on Dean's pelvis was uncomfortably comfortable. However, it passed quickly and they were both walking with difficulty following the strange light at the end of the tunnel. A sigh of relief came from Dean.

- So, are you seeing anyone? - Dean muttered.

- Does it matter now?

- In a way...

- No, I'm not seeing anyone.

- For how long? - His voice came out nasally.

- I went out with other people after you Dean, if that's what you're worried about. - She laughed softly.

- I feel sorry for those people. - He scoffed. - having to put up with your snoring and how you stress about your hair.

- That's a burden even you couldn't bear. - He joked. - I'm scared, Dean. - His voice was melancholy now. - It's been a long time since I've done this and if I could imagine doing it again, it wouldn't be hunting my father. Again.

- No need for fear. This time let's put an end to it together. - Dean could have hugged her if the space was too tight.

He switched off the flashlight near the end of the hole. The woman's body struggled mightily to get through the end of the hole.

A huge room with bookshelves. Bright light and a few tables, like an abandoned library, a wooden staircase in the corner of the wall. The girl walked around examining the room, the floor under the house. Dean passed through the hole with even more difficulty as he walked and was knocked over by a book thrown at his head. A blonde woman ran up to him, trying to attack him.

Valkyrie looked back.

- Dean! - She shouted.

The woman punched him in the nose and tried to attack his handsome neck. But as soon as she saw Valkyrie rushing towards them, she let go of Dean and went straight for her. Clearly they had a target.

- Valkyrie, I miss you! - The woman cursed, running her tongue over her lips.

- Do I know you? - She held a dagger tightly in her hand.

- No, but I know you. - She grabbed the girl's neck with her great, bruising nails. - Daughter of Xavier Baltazhar, Vladimir's seventh son.

With no time for nonsense, he plunged a dagger into her heart, sinking it deep into her chest.

- I thought it would be harder. - She laughed.

- It usually is. Perhaps this was the exception.

In a flash Dean was on the ground, a man with absurd strength knocked him to the ground and a heavy blow to his head caused him to faint.

I have a serious problem with narrating a fight scene, sorry!

[quinnxsocials]

MY TWISTED SISTER

THIS IS A SERIES BASED ON THE 1996 SCREAM!!

THIS IS PART TWO

ALL PARTS LINKED HERE !! : MASTERLIST

An hour later, Billy had left with Sidney and the phone rang and Harper picked it up. “Hello?” Harper said “Hey! I’ll be there in a hour practice ran later and I’m gonna be at your house soon! Sorry!” Tatum replied, “Oh okay bye.” And Harper hung up the phone, She was just about to lay down on her bed again until the phone rang again. Maybe it’s Tatum, she forgot something. “Hey Tatum, what’s u-“ Harper was cut off “Hello Harper.” The voice said. “Uhm hi who’s this?” Harper replied confused, she wasn’t terrified because she knew everything was locked. “you know it’s a scary night, all the killings.” The man said “Yeah, I know.” “Especially since you’re alone..” he whispered. “What did you say?” Harper said “I said What’s your favorite scary movie?” He replied, “you didn’t answer my question, is this Randy? If so whatever you did to your voice is sexy.” “if you answer mine I’ll answer yours.” He replied again, “Uhm my favorite movie, probably Halloween pretty basic but I like it.” Harper replied honestly, “The one that kills babysitters right?” He replied chuckling, “Yup. So is this Randy?” Harper said “Nope, don’t worry about who am I. It’s where am I?” The guy replied taunting her. “Uhm.. doors are locked I assume ur outside.” Harper said, but she was about to talk until glass broke and a cloaked figure with a screaming mask stopped her and started chasing her with a knife. “SHIT!” Harper ran and cried out as she was pushed onto the floor, she tried kicking the guy but he kept trying to stab her. “Fuck!” After he sliced her arm a bit she kicked him in the middle of his legs and he groaned and grabbed Harper’s head slamming it to the ground with a little bit of force, she cried out and grabbed her head looking at the man. As he taunted her with the knife, she kicked him and made him fall off of her before she ran upstairs throwing a vase at his head and running into Sidney’s room. She had locked the door and pushed her closet door in front as she tried calling the police on her telephone but the signal was out. She had no other option but to use Sidney’s computer and dial 911.

“911 What is ur emergency?”

“KILLER! HELP!”

And then as the killer was banging on the door he disappeared and Tatum appeared, “TATUM!” Harper cried “Doors locked, I heard screaming!” and she came into the room hugging her as Harper kept looking back and forth holding onto Tatum, “the killers here he’s in the house!” She said her voice breaking slowly “he’s gonna .. gonna kill me..” she muttered, “It’s ok, he’s gone. he’s gone.” Tatum said looking up at the door and then a phone dropped out her pocket, Harper stopped hugging her and looked at the phone and her before shaking her head in disbelief. She ran downstairs and Tatum screamed “HARPER! WAIT!” As she tried catching her downstairs, as Harper opened the door the same mask was there and she screamed and Dewey was behind it, “sorry! I found this! COME ON” Dewey yelled and Harper moved aside as the cops came in.

Tatum was screaming as they had her in handcuffs “HARPER! HARPER PLEASE TELL THEM IM INNOCENT!” Tatum screamed and Sidney pulled up with Billy, Harper looked down as she had Dewey’s jacket around her and she sat in the ambulance, “What the fuck did you do!” Sidney yelled at Harper as Tatum was in the cop car. “I think .. she was the one who tried to kill me,” Harper whispered and Sidney looked at her in shock. “Oh shit. I didn’t know. Are you okay.” Sidney said hugging Harper and Sidney looked at Tatum in the car and back at Harper before Billy started to hug Harper, and it made her blood boil. As Harper walked to the police car Sidney got into hers with Billy and they followed the cars to the station, as Harper sat down in the chair and Billy comforted her Sidney and Tatum gave each other a look before the Sherif and Dewey were questioning Tatum. And when they finished Tatum turned around and gave Sidney a look again, before she came out in handcuffs and the cops holding her as she yelled “HARPER PLEASE TELL THEM! ITS NOT ME!” Harper didn’t even look at her and she screamed for Harper to look at her. And then Sidney said “Can we leave.” To Dewey and he said “Fine! Through the back!” And lead Billy, Sidney, and Harper before Harper could go Gale Weathers came and tried to interview her, “Harper! I heard what happened are you okay!” Gale said “Not taking questions!” Sidney said angrily, “No, no it’s okay Sid. She’s doing her job, right Gale?” Gale smiled “Yes I am.” And Harper nodded before speaking “Well how’s the book?” “It’s going well!” Gale said before Harper turned around “I’ll send you a copy!” and then Harper punched her making Gale fall back into the cameraman as Billy held her back.

“And Bam! Super Harper!” Billy chuckled at Sidney’s words, “You punched her real hard Harp.” Billy said, “Couldn’t hold back. Ever since she made a book on Billy’s mom I couldn’t help my resentment..” Harper replied and Sidney nodded. “I’m tired let’s go to bed.. Billy.” Sidney said smiling and grabbed Billy’s hand leading him to the bedroom and he looked at Harper for help and Harper yelled “Hey Sid! Billy needed to talk to me first!” Sidney sighed and let Billy go in the room closing the door behind him. “I actually did, wanna talk to you.” Billy said looking at Harper, “what’s up?” Harper said smiling. “This.” Billy leaned in and kissed Harper passionately holding her head with his hands and she melted into the kiss. She realized a minute later what she was doing and stopped, “Billy! Sidney.. I can’t.” She whispered and looked away. “You’re right.. sorry Harper.” Billy said leaving the room. Harper had her head in her hands overthinking it as she finally realized, that she liked Billy. But she also liked Stu. She knew she couldn’t like them , but what did that mean.. why did she like them both and want both of them?

[mlmxreader]

A Little Jealous | Dewey Riley x m!reader

summary: Dewey isn't acting himself, but you know exactly what's going on.

tws: swearing, jealousy

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"I don't like it." Dewey pouted slightly as he folded his arms across his chest, near enough glaring at you with those big brown eyes as he clenched his jaw. The cup of coffee sat in front of him was left untouched, even if you had made it just the way he liked it. Even if he did ask for it earlier.

Deputy Dewey, the prettiest cop to ever exist and the best man you had ever met in your life, was jealous. It was something you had never seen before, and although you didn't want to, you couldn't help but to find it endearing and adorable; he wasn't lashing out, he wasn't demanding that you change your plans or the way you dressed or the who you spent time with - he was just pouty, and a little bit childish.

You wanted to laugh, to grin and giggle as you looked at him, but you knew you couldn't.

"Relax, Dew," you told him softly, shaking your head. "There's nothing for you to worry about - you know you're the only one for me."

He shook his head, he couldn't stop thinking about the guy from earlier; Mark or whatever his name was, some hot shot from the Hollywood police, with fluffy dark brown hair, a chiselled jaw, who made better money and had a nicer place to live and a better car. The same guy who flirted with you until Dewey eventually walked away and you chased after him.

Now, Dewey was sat at your kitchen table, fiddling with a pen as he glared at you and tried to squash his jealousy; he had no reason to feel the way he did, he trusted you and he knew you better than he knew himself, there was no reason for him to doubt that you were his boyfriend, his entire world. There was no reason for Dewey to feel so jealous, but he couldn't help it; he couldn't stop himself, even though he desperately wanted to.

"Dewey," you called sweetly, gently pushing his chair back until you could kneel between his legs, looking up at him with a smile as you rested your hands on his knees. "Dewey."

He looked at you, frowning. "What?"

"Who's the guy that rubs my back every time I have food poisoning?" You asked. "Who lets me use his thigh as a pillow when I get home from work late and can't be bothered to go to bed? Who blushes every time he says I'm handsome?"

He smiled, blushing a little. "Me."

"You," you nodded, tapping his knee gently. "And who is it that always used to come over my family's house when we were kids and would keep me company because I was scared to be alone?"

"Me, again?"

"Yeah," you tapped his knee again, grinning from ear to ear. "C'mon, man, you really think I'd leave you for some fucking stranger?"

"Well… no… but-"

"No buts," you shook your head, getting up and moving the coffee so you could sit at the edge of the table. "Dwight Riley, I told you about… what? Eight years ago?"

"Eight years in two months," he corrected.

"Right, eight years," you chuckled. "I told you, eight years ago, that as soon as it was legal, we'll get married - didn't I?"

"Yeah," he nodded slowly. "Yeah, you did."

"C'mere," you gestured for him to come closer, not really expecting him to get up and spread your legs so that he could stand between them, his hands on the sides of your thighs as he gazed at you with those big brown eyes. You brought your hands to his face, trying not to laugh at how his growing scruff tickled your skin. "Oh, baby…"

Dewey shook his head, leaning in closer and kissing you softly; his moustache tickled your skin, forcing you to grin as you did your best not to break the kiss by laughing. You wanted to laugh against him so badly, and you had a feeling that he knew, as he tugged you a little closer, and dared to deepen the kiss to shut you up; he only did that when he didn't want you to make him laugh along with you.

He pulled away, making sure to 'accidentally' tickle you with his moustache again just to draw a laugh from you, and he smiled.

"Sorry about getting jealous."

You shook your head. "It's alright. Fuck knows how many times I've gotten jealous before."

He tilted his head to the side, furrowing his brows as that beautiful blush came to his features, making him look the same way that he did when you kissed him for the first time. "You? Jealous?"

You nodded, daring to laugh softly as you reached to cover your face, bashfulness taking over and making you want to hide a little bit. "Here and there… I mean surely you knew that everybody in Woodsboro had a crush on you."

He scoffed, but gently reached for your wrist so that he could pull your hand away from your face. "Don't cover your smile… and they didn't. You were the only one who did."

"Oh, I wasn't," you laughed. "Half your colleagues wanted to get with you - I just happened to be lucky."

"Yeah, well…" he shrugged. "Maybe we're both lucky guys."

"Maybe," you hummed, raking your hand through his hair to stop yourself from covering your face again. "Or maybe you're my lucky charm and I'm yours… but, that's besides the point - you have no reason to get jealous of Mark. He's just some guy, but you? You're my husband."

Dewey couldn't stop himself, pressing his face against the side of your neck so that you wouldn't see how harsh he was blushing, how his features had turned absolutely bright red and how he was nearly reduced to a giggly, bashful, mess. "You mean that?"

You hummed softly, pushing him away so that you could get a good look at him; the blush on his face only made him that bit more attractive than he usually was, you couldn't deny it. "Always, Deputy."

[rhinozilla]

Detroit: Become Family 2022 - Prompt 5: Lost

@dbh-found-family

The Oldsmobile continued to roll up and down the same streets, pacing circles around the same blocks. It had been nearly half an hour, and Hank could already tell he was losing the light. The other squad cars had already turned off their lights and returned to the station with the perp in custody.

Hank couldn’t go back yet. Not until he found Connor.

“Which way did he go, Ben?”

“Uh, that way, I think, past the old car lot. Do you want backup?”

“Backup—Ben, it’s Connor.”

“You didn’t see him, Hank. For a minute there, he wasn’t Connor.”

Hank slowed the car, squinting at the storefronts as they passed by. It was rundown building after rundown building: plenty of places to hide. But he was a half-decent detective, and he knew Connor.

He narrowed it down to the building with the fewest windows and a second floor, stopping the car. The windows that weren’t boarded up had been broken. There was tape on the front door condemning the structure and barring it from public access, but the side door looked recently used.

He got out of the car, sighed, and closed the car door, heading over to the side door to the building. He could practically feel Connor watching him from inside the building, but he pretended not to notice, cracking open the door and peering inside. The interior of the building was clear of debris or any other mess. Just a battered couch and some folding chairs where squatters had hung out.

Connor wasn’t sitting on any of that. He was hugging his arms to himself and standing near the boarded windows, watching Hank with guarded eyes. The dusk light was slipping in through the windows, and Connor’s eyes were almost glowing that eerie blue technology glint.

It was just Connor, but Hank suddenly understood what Ben had meant. Something was wrong.

The perp had just been a down-on-his-luck deviant who’d robbed a supply warehouse for some tools to repair their damaged something-or-other. The guy had tripped a silent alarm, panicked when police showed up, and ran. Connor had been with Officer Miller, and they had been the closest unit to respond. According to Chris, Connor had practically flown out of the car to pursue the perp on foot. Whatever model the other android was, they had no chance of outrunning Connor.

“You ever seen those National Geographic videos, showing tigers and wolves and predators chasing after their prey? That’s what he looked like.”

“Give me a break, Ben.”

“I mean it. He just…disappeared behind the eyes.”

Hank stared back at Connor, seeing the fidgets creeping into his hands, betraying his nerves.

“Hey, Con,” he greeted softly. “Rough day, huh?”

Connor’s expression didn’t change, but his shoulders jostled with a snort. He closed his eyes and looked away, rubbing his hands up and down his arms nervously.

“Is he okay?” he asked quietly.

Hank frowned in confusion, and Connor glanced at him.

“The perp. Is he okay?”

Hank raised his eyebrows, then shoved his hands into his coat pockets and leaned against the dusty wall.

“Yeah. He’s all right. He’s in custody now. Chris made the arrest, after—”

“After I ran away.”

“After the perp stopped running.”

“He stopped running because I stopped him,” Connor murmured, distress in his tone. “I…chased him down, subdued him, and…terrified him.”

“You pursued a guy who robbed a place.”

“I hunted him,” Connor spat, his shoulders hunching. He lowered his hands to his sides, clenching them into fists. His voice started to rise. “In that moment, he wasn’t a guy who had robbed a store, he was a deviant. And I wasn’t a police officer of the DPD, I was the Deviant Hunter. He was a Deviant, and I Hunted him.”

Hank’s gut twisted at the heartbroken look on his friend’s face.

“I lost myself,” Connor went on, starting to tremble. “I thought becoming deviant myself meant that I…But it’s all still here—” He pointed at his head. “It’s all just right there still, ready to jump out and take over. I’m still…”

His shoulders slumped as he deflated, leaning back against the top of the couch. He lifted a hand and covered his eyes, taking a deep, ventilating breath. Hank grimaced and moved closer. He reached out a hand and touched Connor’s elbow.

“Hey. Look at me,” he prompted.

Connor started to lean his elbow away from Hank, then exhaled and lowered his hand, lifting his eyes to meet Hank’s. Hank offered a grin, giving his elbow a wiggle.

“You’re still you. You just…slipped.”

One of Connor’s eyebrows quirked incredulously.

Hank snorted. “You’re not lost, son. At least…not any more lost than me or anybody else.”

Connor deadpanned. “You’ve never been programmed to identify, track, and shutdown an entire group of people.”

Hank tilted his head, conceding that point. “True, but I do know what it’s like to be…taken over by…an impulse. I wasn’t programmed to be an alcoholic, but I still chose to drink myself into one. Now I’m…a recovering alcoholic at least, but I’m still an alcoholic. And you’re a recovering Deviant Hunter, and you are choosing to not be that anymore.”

Connor sighed. “That isn’t the same—”

“I know,” Hank admitted. “I’m not a metaphor…wizard. Wordsmith. Whatever. I just mean…Even when you slip. Even when you…get lost…You get to come back. You brought me back from the brink. I can return the favor when you need it.”

Connor eyed him, looking at least slightly relieved by that. “You will?”

Hank nodded, wiggled his elbow again to break up the tension, and then took a step back. “Of course. That’s how it works.”

Connor blinked. “How what works, Hank?”

Hank opened his mouth, closed it, then made a vague gesture. “You know…We’re colleagues. Friends. Housemates. We take care of each other.”

Like family.

It went unspoken. It didn’t have to, but neither of them said the word aloud.

He should…say the word.

A car backfired somewhere nearby, followed by a dog barking. It broke the weird silence that was trying to settle over that unspoken word, and Hank put his hands on his hips. He stepped back and gestured to the door.

“Ready to go home?” He cast his eyes around the dusty room. “Not that this isn’t…really just…prime real estate for a good mope.”

Connor snorted and straightened up. “I was not moping.”

“Spoken like a moper.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Blah, blah, blah,” Hank teased. “C’mon. Let’s head back to the station, son.”

Connor chuckled at that, and it broke the rest of the discomfort in the air.

“Okay, Hank. Let’s go.”

Hank bobbed his head and led the way, hearing Connor’s familiar steps behind him. He skirted around the front of the Oldsmobile and popped open the driver’s side door. He looked across the hood and was rewarded with seeing Connor’s expression slightly less distressed and upset than before.

“Thank you for finding me, Hank.”

Hank smirked, winked, and ducked down into the car. “Anytime. It’s what we do.”

[yjano]

All of me.

Part 8.

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Warnings: slow burn, swearing, angst, a little fluff, smut, violence and other pairings.

Words: 5k

Author's note: Although this story is not related to the Duskwood game, I will add some of our beloved characters. Please read it only if you're into angst prison stories, slow burns, etc. A little hint: You will get to see some similarities to Jake and his gang from "Never The Same" fic.

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Mc focus.

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Chaos was the one and only word that could describe the situation right now. The girl behind the wheel turned corners like crazy, dodged whatever came across her path, and sped way above the speed limit. My whole body got thrown around in my seat, and I was pretty sure that a few nasty bruises would start to form on my arms in a few days.

The girl behind the wheel wasn't the only one who created complete chaos, though. The guy in the passenger seat was even worse. He kept screaming orders at the girl who was driving, while he kept looking in the side mirrors to inform the others inside the car about what was happening behind them.

Apparently, we were being chased by four police cars, and judging from the volume of the sirens, they were getting pretty close towards us.

"For fucks sake, drive faster Jessy!" The guy in the passenger seat screamed again and with a quick movement he turned around towards Jake and the others.

"I hope you still know how to shoot a gun, Jake, because we're gonna need you and Kaden to clean this mess up!"

Without a second thought, Jake turned towards Kaden, their eyes locking for a short moment while Kaden handed Jake a small handgun.

"Took you long enough, brother."

Jake snatched the gun from Kaden's hand and walked towards one of the windows.

"Shut up. I would have been out sooner if your girlfriend had worked a little faster, you know. It's not my fault that she-"

Kaden pushed Jake with a loud crash against the side of the window, bringing his face close towards Jake's ear.

"I give you two seconds to shut the fuck up before I lose it bro. Lex did everything she could and you have no right to blame all this on her. She worked her ass off while you were playing sleeping geauty inside those walls."

My eyes widened at the sight in front of me, my heart beating rapidly and my body shaking a little. Firstly, there were freaking guns inside their hands, and secondly, they were about to fight inside the car right in front of my face. Where had I thrown myself into, and who were these people?

A guy with dark red hair pushed himself between the two fighting guys, and within two seconds, both of them stood on opposite sides of the car.

"Stop this bullshit and release your anger on those cars that are chasing us instead of on each other!" The red-haired guy looked from one guy to another, fixing both of them in place with just one look. "Now!"

As if on cue, both guys rolled down the windows on their side of the car. Both of them readied their guns, and with a soft nod towards each other, the guys threw their head and arms outside the window. Shots could be heard almost immediately, and by the slight shake that I could see in Jake's body, I was pretty sure that the shots came from his gun.

I crawled a little further in my seat, everything but happy with the situation I was currently in. When Jake offered me the chance to escape, this wasn't what I had expected at all. My understanding of escaping was camping in the woods while staying away from the cops, something thoughtful while keeping a low profile. Being part of a real-life action movie wasn't in my plans at all, and I didn't like it one bit.

"Go, Jessy, go! You need to move faster!" The guy from the passenger seat yelled again, his vision darting between all the mirrors in the car and the ginger haired girl. The girl behind the wheel turned her face for a short second towards the passenger seat.

"God, Dan, shut up! I got this okay!" Her vision changed back towards the road, and she made another sharp turn to shake off the police cars.

My eyes darted through the car, and I could only scream for help at the sight in front of me. The girl behind the wheel I knew as Jessy kept driving like a complete lunatic while the dark browned haired guy next to her kept screaming her name to alert her of her surroundings.

Jake and the guy I knew as Kaden kept shooting on the cars behind us. The continuous shooting terrified me more than anything. I had never seen a real gun up close in my life, and now there were two being used to shoot the police cars chasing us right beside me.

In front of me was a small girl who kept typing away on her high-tech computer, fast breaths left her mouth, and her hands kept shaking. It was more than clear that besides me, this girl wasn't fond of the whole situation, too. The one who terrified me the most, though, was the last guy, the red-haired one.

Ever since the redhead had managed to stop Jake and Kaden from fighting, his eyes had fallen on me, making him the only one who was aware of my presence. The guy's eyes kept staring at me like I was some kind of enemy, and the whole scene made me more uncomfortable than ever. I felt like the guy was going to throw me out at any moment, and I wasn't ready for that scenario to happen at all.

"Jessy! Go faster they're closing on you!" Kaden suddenly yelled, and without any warning, Jessy turned the car 90 degrees, throwing everyone off their balance. My head and shoulder hit the side of the car with a huge smack.

Small tears started to form in my eyes from the sudden impact. A loud crash sounded from behind the car, and Kaden came shorty inside the car to reload his gun.

"One down! Three to go! Nice one, Jessy!" With lightning speed, Kaden reloaded his gun and threw his head and arms back out the window to shoot at the cars once more.

I didn't know what kind of road Jessy chose to turn on, but judging from the many bumps and shaking of the car it felt like Jessy had thrown the car into a meadow filled with unsteady ground. I pushed myself even further in my seat, hoping to stop my body from all the shaking that was starting to make me nauseous and hurt my body.

All this time, the red-haired guy still kept an eye on me while the girl in front of me kept typing like crazy on her laptop, both of them completely unbothered by the shaking and bumping.

"For fucks sake...Lex how much longer!?" Jake suddenly yelled while a second crash could be heard behind the vehicle.

"Hurry the fuck up girl!"

The girl I assumed was Lex typed even faster on her hightech laptop, little droplets of sweat dropping down from her head while her eyes darted over the numbers on the screen in front of her.

"Almost there, a few more seconds..."

Jake turned his head inside the car, anger radiating from every pore in his body.

"You take too much time Lex, hurry the fuck up you-"

Within a second, Kaden was back up in Jake's face, grabbing him by his collar and pushing him against the side of the car once again.

"Last warning, brother. Leave. Her. Alone." Kaden whispered dangerously low through his teeth, his eyes throwing daggers at the guy before him.

Both guys kept staring with eyes full of anger towards each other, both of them refusing to give up and admit defeat. Within an instant, the red-haired boy had ripped his eyes away from me and maneuvered himself between Jake and Kaden for a second time that day. He pushed Kaden away from Jake, breaking their eye contact.

"You two seriously need to stop this shit!" Dan yelled from the passenger seat while his eyes darted between the two males. He turned back around, and his eyes immediately blew up at the sight in his mirror.

"Oh my god baby, drive faster! They're getting closer."

Jessy turned her eyes towards Dan, and with a deep glare, she shut him up.

"For the last time, I got this. Stop ordering me around! I know what I'm doing, okay!?"

The tension in the air was almost unbearable, and it made the panic in my veins only higher. If the police cars didn't catch up to us, I was pretty sure that the people inside the car were going to be the death of me. There was no way I was gonna make it with people who preferred to fight against each other instead of teaming up against the cops.

I should have never gone with Jake. This whole idea was terrible from the beginning. I was pretty sure that I was going to die right there at the spot, and this was the end...

"It's done!" Lex suddenly yelled, and the whole car fell silent. Kaden and Jake crossed eyes again, and with a quick nod from Jake, Kaden started to smirk at Lex.

"Hit it blue!"

With a soft nod, Lex pushed a button on her laptop, and Jake, together with Kaden, threw their heads out of the window to look at whatever was going to happen outside.

One second passed by without anything happening. Two seconds passed by... Three seconds...Four sec- Boom!

A crash much more louder than the last two suddenly sounded through the car, and a huge smirk fell on the faces of the people inside the car. Both police cars had been blown up at the same time, creating a massive fire explosion that made it impossible for any following cars to chase after us anymore.

"Hell yeah! Nice one, blue! 10 out of 10, I would recommend you do that again!" Dan yelled, and a small smile fell on Lex's face.

Jake and Kaden got back in the car and started to high five every one of them. Everyone except for me. I was still sitting as far as possible in my seat in the corner of the car, completely forgotten by everyone except for the red-haired guy who threw suspicious glances at me once in a while.

I could only hope that these murderers had all forgotten about me and that I could run away from them as far as possible and as soon as possible.

My breathing had become uneven, and I looked with big eyes at the people before me. I saw how everybody started to high-five each other, celebrating their victory while still not noticing me.

"That was fucking awesome, well done Lex!" Dan yelled again while he sat back in his seat, throwing his head back and placing his feet on the dashboard in front of him.

Kaden and Jake both hung against the sides of the car, cleaning out their weapons to get rid of any form of dust or gunpowder. Lex closed her laptop and placed her head in her hands after, clearly stressed about the whole thing. Jessy slowed the pace of the car down, and with somewhat of a more normal speed, she drove away from the whole scene that happened behind us.

The redhead was a whole different story, though. He didn't seem bothered by the whole ordeal that just happened. He could only look at me with those soul piercing eyes of him. Eyes that freaked me out the longer they were on me and made me push myself even further in the seat I was currently occupying. A short silence fell over the car before Jake was the first to speak again.

"Dan, update me."

A smirk fell over Dan's face, and he slightly turned around so he could look at Jake.

"With pleasure." All eyes were immediately on Dan. "The business has been quite the same, still the same people and still the same problems. There were some changes, though..." Dan shortly fell silent.

"Uh guys-" Redhead started but got cut off immediately by Kaden.

"We arranged a huge deal with a weapon dealer. If everything has gone according to plan, the weapons should have arrived by now." Jake gave both guys a nod.

"Guys-" Redhead tried again, but again got cut off by Jessy.

"Thanks to Lex, we intercepted a huge cargo of cocaine that we used as trade for the weapon deal." Jessy amplified, creating a small smile on Lex's face.

"Guys, who is-" Redhead tried for a third time, but nobody seemed to listen to him.

"Nobody got badly wounded, some small cuts and stuff, but Jessy took care of it right after." Dan spoke again. "We've already planned out our next mission-" But before Dan could finish his next sentence, redhead suddenly yelled to get everybody's attention.

"Guys!"

The five people all turned their heads towards redhead, an irritated look on their faces.

"What do you want? This isn't the time for stupid questions, Sam." Kaden blurred at the redhead, his eyes squinted together and his lips in a fine line.

"I-I know that, but-" Sam stammered softly, clearly intimidated by the other five.

"For fucks sake get on with it!" Kaden now full on yelled and within an instant Sam had grabbed me by my arm, pushing me towards the middle of the car.

"Who the fuck is this!?"

The whole car fell silent, all eyes on me when I stood between them all. My eyes were big, my skin getting pale and my body shaking like a leaf. I felt like dying right at that moment, I had seen how dangerous these people were, and I felt everything except from safe now that I stood in between them all. These people were gonna murder me, and I was sure of it. There was no way I was getting out of this alive. There was-

Before I could even finish my thoughts, complete chaos erupted in the car. I heard how Dan started to yell at Jessy to watch out for a tree they were going to crash into due to Jessy sitting backward and looking at me. The car made a sharp turn to avoid the tree, Jessy started to yell back that Dan had to leave her alone and that she knew what she was doing.

Dan defended himself, and Jessy yelled back. The two kept going back and forward like an old married couple, completely ignoring what was in the back.

The back of the van was a whole different story, though. The moment Jessy had made the sharp turn to avoid the tree, Kaden had taken it upon himself to push me against the side of the car. His hand around my throat, his arm against my chest and his face right before mine.

I had tears dripping down my face, and my breathing had become to start even more uneven than it already was. My legs felt weak, but I had to keep myself up to prevent myself from being strangled by Kaden.

"Who are you? What do you want-" Kaden started, but he got ripped away by Jake almost instantly.

"Stop that, you fucking idiot!" Jake yelled at Kaden and he pushed him away from me. Without giving it a second thought I lunged myself at Jake, grabbing the front of his shirt for dear life.

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Jake focus.

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I immediately engulfed the girl in a hug, bringing her towards the seat next to Lex. I sat down with her in my lap and slowly stroked her through her hair to try to calm her down a little.

"What the fuck." Kaden whispered, looking at the two of us when we sat next to his own girlfriend.

"This..." I motioned to the girl in my lap while I looked at Kaden and the others. "This is Mc. She was my cellmate back in the prison, and I brought her with me. She can be useful." I slowly lifted Mc's head, wiping away the tears and turning her towards the others.

"You're okay. They won't hurt you while I'm here. Calm down." I whispered in her ear, and she slowly started to calm down by my words and my soft touch.

"And she is good for what exactly?" Kaden started out, giving Mc a foul look. I glared back at my brother and protectively placed my arms around Mc.

"She was studying to become a nurse. She could help Jessy out in the hospital."

Kaden suddenly started laughing, and Mc pushed herself even harder against me. Mc seemed to be more and more frightened of Kaden.

"You're joking, right? Do you want to put this one in the business? She looks like she couldn't even hurt a fly if you asked her to! Why the fuck was she even in that prison? Did she kill an ant or something!?"

I gave Kaden another glare, and I flipped him off instantly.

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Mc focus.

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I looked up at Kaden, knowing that if I wanted to impress the crazy guy, this would probably be my only chance. Murder was something to impress people with, right? Maybe by telling Kaden the reason why I was in prison, he would get somewhat frightened and leave me alone.

"I killed my sister." I whispered almost inaudible. The whole car fell silent, and a new wave of anxiety took over my body. Maybe this wasn't as good of an idea as I had first thought.

"You did what?" Kaden whispered back, his eyes squinted and his eyebrow raised.

"I killed my sister." I whispered a little louder, casting my eyes downward to avoid eye contact with the guy before me.

"You... You killed a person?" Kaden dragged out slowly, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Was your judge an idiot or something?This must be the joke of the century, right?"

I kept silent while Kaden, on the other hand, started to laugh again.

"They put you... A girl who started crying the moment I pushed you against a wall in a prison for killing a person?"

I gave him a small nod, and another set of laughs erupted from Kaden's mouth.

"You sure are a funny one, crying baby. But you didn't kill a person. You couldn't even kill an ant if I asked you with my gun against your head. What a fucking joke... Killing a person."

Jake tightened his arms around me, and he gave Kaden a stern glare.

"Shut the fuck up, leave her alone. It shouldn't even matter why she was there and why she is coming with us. This isn't your choice first of all, it's mine and I'm taking her with us! Deal with it!"

Kaden fell silent at that and with one last foul look he pushed past the people and took a seat next to Sam in the back, muttering something in the words of 'Unbelievable' and 'Idiot'.

Jessy on the other hand was a lot more enthusiastic about me, she immediately started to welcome me and tell me how she could use my help pretty badly at the moment, how she would show me around and how we would have lots of fun working together.

Dan, Lex, and Sam all kept silent, not knowing what to do with the whole situation. Bringing Jake back home was one thing, but bringing someone else with them was a whole other thing.

Jake softly started to whisper to me how there was nothing to be afraid of and that once we got home, he would make sure to give me some new clothes and a soft bed to sleep in. I could only softly nod at him.

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I had no idea how long we drove in the car, but it felt like an eternity to me. The whole ride, everybody spoke about stuff I didn't understand, and all of them ignored me completely. Jake was the only person who said something once in a while, but even he had almost no attention for me.

The only thing that made me smile a little that whole ride was the fact that Lex had looked at me once while giving me a small smile. Just the fact that someone had actually noticed me had been enough for me to smile, even if it was just for two seconds.

I wasn't part of this group, and that feeling took me over more and more. I was a burden to them, and they didn't want me here. Jake had taken me out of spite, but not because he wanted to. I was alone in this, and I hated every last bit of it.

The car finally came to a hold, and within an instant, everybody except from me had jumped out of the car. I looked with big eyes at the exit of the car, not sure if I wanted to get out or not. Once I got out, there was no way back, and I was more than aware of that fact. Jake popped his head back in the car, and he reached out towards me.

"You coming? I promise you that nobody is gonna hurt you. There's nothing to be afraid of."

With some hesitation, I reached out towards Jake's hand, knowing that staying in the car by myself was also not an option. My whole body felt stiff and cold, I was shaking, and the color had drained from my face. I didn't like this one bit. With some difficulty, I got out of the car, still holding on to Jake's hand like my life depended on it.

"Welcome to our humble home." Jake whispered, and slowly, I looked up at the building before me.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. I had expected a lot, but this wasn't on my list of options. An abandoned warehouse that looked like it was going to collapse in the middle of nowhere was definitely not on my list of options. The building looked terrible. Twigs of ivy surrounded one side of the building, huge patches of rust affected the metal windows and walls, and the rooftop had multiple holes it in.

The whole building looked unsteady and ready to break down at any moment. If I had come across this building any other day, I would for sure have marked it as one of those abandoned haunted houses you see in horror movies. It looked that bad.

I kept shaking like a leaf, the sight in front of me making it even worse than it already was. The others didn't seem fazed at all, though. Lex and Kaden walked a little bit in front of us. Kaden's arm thrown over Lex's shoulder, while Sam walked next to them and kept chatting about something random I didn't quite understand.

Dan and Jessy were a bit closer to me. The two of them stood a little to my right, still bickering about the car ride. Dan was still not happy with the fact that Jessy almost crashed into a tree while Jessy kept going about the fact that Dan didn't need to treat her like a child and that she knew what she was doing.

Jake grabbed my hand, and we slowly made our way over to the bickering couple, grabbing their attention immediately. He slowly rubbed his thumb a little over my hand to calm me down. I gave him a soft smile in the meantime.

"Jessica?" Jake started. "Could you show Mc around while I fix some business with Dan?"

My anxiety grew even more with that statement. The only person I somewhat trusted in here was going to leave me, too, and I didn't like that thought at all.

"Will you be okay with that, Mc?" Jake spoke again, but before I could shake my head and disagree with the idea. Jessy had already grabbed my hand and started to drag me to the building.

"Make sure to keep an eye on her the whole time, Jessica! Bring her to your chamber when you're done with the tour! I will pick her up there after I'm done!" Jake yelled after us before the both of us would be out of sight.

I looked a little panicked at the girl next to me, not trusting the situation at all. With a wide smile on her face, she dragged me inside the building, following the other three others with a little skip in her step.

"First thing, let's get some food before we start with this tour. I'm sure you're hungry, right?" She gave me another smile, and she tightened her grip on my hand.

"I'm Jessy, by the way, but I guess you've figured that out by now. Jake calls me Jessica, though, but please call me Jessy. I don't know why he brought you here, but I'm happy that he did. I could use some help in the hospital wing."

My anxiety reduced a little at that statement. Jessy didn't seem that scary on second thought. She had a very motherly vibe around herself, and she didn't look like someone who would bring any harm to me. To say I trusted her was a bridge too far, but I wasn't as frightened anymore. Jessy looked like a happy and caring girl, a vibe I could connect with easily.

The inside of the building looked somewhat better than the outside. It didn't feel like a home or something, but it didn't look that bad either. It was cold and empty looking, but contrary to the outside, it didn't look like it was gonna fall apart at any moment. We walked through three long hallways before we reached two big double doors with a lot of noise coming from behind them.

"This is the canteen. The food isn't that good, to be honest, but it keeps us alive." Jessy opened the doors, and the sight before me frightened me completely. There were about one hundred people sitting in groups on long straight tables. It looked like the prison all over again, and that fact alone made me hate it completely.

"It gets a little crowded over here every once in a while. Feel free to come by our apartment if you ever want to eat something more delicate and in peace. We usually eat apart from the crowds, and you're welcome to join us anytime, okay?"

I nodded softly at the girl beside me, still in shock about the sight in front of me.

"Does everybody have an apartment?" I asked, still eyeing the room before my eyes. Jessy started to chuckle, closing the doors and walking further into the hallway.

"I bet they wished they had, but no. Only the people who are close to Jake have their own. The others share rooms in little groups on the opposite side of the building."

I jogged after Jessy to catch back up with her. If there was one thing I didn't want right now. It would be losing Jessy and getting lost in here. The girl kept walking while giving me little bits of information about the building and the rooms we passed on our way.

Information I tried to memorise as best as I could. Jessy took a left before she opened another door, motioning me to walk inside before her.

"Welcome to my ward." Her voice sounded from behind me. A soft smile fell on my face. In front of me was a small hospital wing filled with stuff I knew from my days as a nursing student. On the left side were around twenty beds, none of them occupied at the moment.

White blankets are neatly thrown over them and small nightstands between every two beds. Compared to the rest of the building, the room looked neat and clean, almost too clean. Without knowing there was no way, you would guess that the building would hold such a nice room inside of it.

Jessy walked a little inside the room, pushing away some curtains to show me the whole room properly. Her action revealed a small desk in the middle of the room with two huge metal lockers behind it.

"This is where I work if I'm not busy with the patients. One of the lockers holds all my paperwork while the other holds everything you could possibly need around here. Medicins, operation tools, you name it, and it's probably there."

Jessy removed another curtain, revealing a white wall with a small window in it and a door.

"May I introduce you to my operation room?" Jessy opened the door and motioned me to follow her inside. With small steps, I made my way over to her, stepping through the door while Jessy turned on the lights.

My eyes widened immediately at the sight, in front of me was, in fact, a small operation room. It's just big enough to do any kind of operation that didn't need too many people.

"I'm glad Jake took you with him, you know. I was dying to finally get some help around here." Jessy put her hand on my shoulder and walked back inside the bigger room.

"It gets a little lonely in here sometimes, but I'm sure that won't be much of a problem anymore now that there are two of us." A small smile fell on both of our faces. Jessy closed all the curtains back up, and with another motion of her hand, she took me back into the hallway.

Jessy showed me everything we came across on our path, telling little stories on the way about funny things that happened in certain places. It didn't take us long to reach the hallway filled with private rooms, as Jessy called them while she led me to her own. She opened the door for me, and a soft gasp left my mouth.

"Welcome to my and Dan's apartment. I hope you like it."

I could only look around myself, taking in the beauty before my eyes. Completely agreeing with the fact that I indeed liked it.

[djeterg19]

Last chapter for today is Chapter 10 of the Sign and it's mostly case related.

Ok we pickup at lunch with Chalotorn making Phaya feel like a third wheel by cutting him off whenever he tries to talk to Tharn. Tharn excuses himself to go to the bathroom. Chalotorn pays the bill while Phaya stares at him.

Phaya finally asks if Chalotorn has a problem with him. The doctor says he doesn't have the right to. And to not worry about his problem and worry about Tharn instead. That Tharn has to be around the mental illness. Phaya asks what that means. Chalotorn is his personal psychiatrist and Tharn was almost diagnosed with depression because of his father or something and that being around Phaya and his dreams makes the doctor concerned that it affects Tharn.

Phaya is upset because Tharn promised to not tell anyone. The doctor says that Tharn is worried about Phaya and wants him to get a checkup with Chalotorn but was scared to talk to Phaya so told the doctor instead. Phaya stands up angrily and thinks that it's not just his imagination that the doctor hates him. This is pretty much exactly what happened in the show. Phaya says he's fine and doesn't need a checkup. Asks the doctor to let Tharn know he had errands to run and to take him back to the station. The doctor smirks as Phaya leaves.

Tharn returns to the table looking everywhere for Phaya. The doctor relays the errands message and offers Tharn a ride back. Tharn immediately tries to call Phaya but Phaya doesn't answer. In the car back to the office, Tharn keeps trying to get a hold of Phaya sensing something is wrong.

Phaya isn't back yet. They are discussing a sketch they have of a suspect. They found a forensic scientist that had accessed a lot of info. Phaya comes in and says someone has confessed to the second murder. He's cold towards Tharn and wants to help interrogate the new suspect.

They start looking into the forensics guy. Yai points out they met him earlier during the meeting. Tharn hears the voice saying please help him again. They figure out his sister had been raped. Tharn keeps hearing the voice asking for help and finally agrees to help but that he will have to arrest the person responsible and the voice goes quiet.

During the interrogation, we find out it's the daughter from earlier that didn't want to talk to the cops. She says her father broke in to rob them while.her mother was out and he attacked her at the same time. The mystery man showed up and kidnapped them both. At first she willingly tortured her father and then started refusing. She was starved like the others and eventually gave in and resumed the torture. When it was over she was washed and returned to school. Her mother never reported her missing to anyone much less the police. Didn't even care the girl was missing. Beat her for talking to the police which is what made her decide to turn herself in.

Yai and Tharn go to the suspects house and gather more info about him. They come back and discuss that the real target is the man who attacked his sister. The team splits up to check three locations for the last victim. As Phaya and Tharn go to their location, Tharn asks what's the matter but Phaya refuses to answer him. They get to the apartment and Vit and Narong are there. They are both forensic officers. A chase ensues and they catch both of them.

They go back to interrogate the suspects. Phaya is still mad and Tharn keeps asking why. Phaya tries to leave and just tells Tharn that if he can't keep a promise to not make it. Yai and Khem are surprised since Phaya and Tharn have been so close. Khem asks what's the matter but Tharn is just as confused as everyone else is.

[user2872]

[Zutara - Modern time Traveling AU]

Disclaimer: This whole AU is based on a Spanish film called "Mirage". I highly suggest everyone go watch the movie if you haven't because everything below contains a lot of spoilers.

Ideas: Katara and Aang have been married for 8 years, during which Aang often had to leave home for weeks for his business trips as a famous entrepreneur while Katara stayed home to tend to their 3 kids whenever she’s not busy with her job as a nurse. Katara loves her family but often feels disheartened whenever her husband returns home and chooses to spend all of his attention on their more talented and youngest child than their older ones.

The couple have just moved into a new house since Aang was transferred to a different location for his job. While setting things up, the two found a box filled with tapes, an old TV set and a camera in the basement.

They decided to assemble the devices and watched the tapes. On the screen, a young boy appeared to be playing a French horn. Most of the tapes seemed to be the boy practising his instrument and talking with his mom until suddenly, the video cut to a news broadcast about a murder, with the date being 20 years ago.

Confused, the couple decided to bring this up to their next-door neighbor, who they invited for dinner. Their neighbor, Ty Lee, not only admitted to knowing the boy but also told them that he was involved in a murder case and ended up dead after getting hit by a car, many years ago. Later, Aang looked up the incident and the two found out that a man had stabbed his wife and chased after the boy, who presumably snuck into his house and found the wife on the floor. The boy managed to get out but ended up getting hit by a car, the moment he stepped foot out on the street. The husband did get arrested and confessed intending to bury his wife's remains at his workshop.

Later that night, Katara was woken from her sleep by strange sounds. When she followed the sounds to the living room, she saw that the old TV and camera were on despite having been turned off earlier. The camera was recording from its place on the TV while the TV screen showed the same boy still practising his horn unbothered. Katara moved closer, standing in front of the TV to try turning it off, not knowing the boy on the screen suddenly stopped playing and was looking right at her. The boy started saying "hello" to call out for her which finally caught Katara's attention.

The two soon realise that they both can communicate with each other through the TV and camera. That's when the boy suddenly turned to his right, saying that he heard commotions coming from his neighbor's house, opposite his. Immediately realised that the reported incident was happening, Katara tried to please the boy to not go and call the police, but he still decided to go and investigate the house. Thinking that she had failed to stop the boy's death, Katara broke down crying, feeling as if her brain was being smushed by invisible forces.

When she finally woke up, Katara found herself being tended to in the hospital where she worked. Assuming last night was a dream, she tried acting calm and changed into her work uniform. However, she noticed everyone at work addressing her as Dr. Katara despite just being a nurse. Alarmed, Katara left the hospital to pick up her kids but none of their schools knew them. She then hurried to her husband's workplace to ask where their kids were only for Aang to not even recognize her. Left with no other choice, Katara headed to the Police Station for help and an officer, who was around her age with a large scar on his face, took her case. After some questioning, the officer informed her that her records showed that she's not married and had no children. He also appeared not to believe her story and advised that she seek medical checkups.

Even more confused, Katara went back to the hospital where she worked for an MRI scan only for the result to state that she's perfectly normal. When she headed to her office, she discovered several certificates and trophies that belonged to her. Turned out, not only was she a successful doctor, Katara was also very well-known and respected in her field.

Finally understanding that her entire life was altered somehow, Katara rushed to her home and soon noticed the drastic difference in her house. Wasting no time, she immediately searched the Internet for the boy last night and found a novel published with the boy's name as the protagonist. Suddenly she heard a scream and quickly turned around, facing a woman asking Katara what's she doing in her house. A man then soon rushed into the room and that's when Katara realised her husband, Aang, had not only married another woman but also had three kids with her.

Heartbroken, Katara ran out of the house and was confronted by police cars for breaking in and had to flee the area. The neighbors all gather outside due to the commotion, including the past killer, who was not arrested in this timeline, and his new wife.

The officer, who previously took Katara's case, tracked her down to a local library where she searched and found the book with the boy in it. The officer recognized the author and took her to meet them. The author admitted only printing the novel and the story actually came from the boy's mother. Katara asked for the boy's whereabouts but upon listening to her explanation, the author believed Katara was joking and refused to provide any information.

With no more leads, Katara begged the officer to find the boy's location for her but he refused unless she gave him a strong reason to. She then remembered that the killer in the past had confessed to planning to bury his wife at his workshop and informed the officer about this information. After a search operation was launched, they soon found the wife's remains and arrested the husband as well as his new wife. After this, the officer had no choice but to believe Katara and asked her to wait while he searched for the boy's records.

While waiting at a restaurant, Katara finally got the courage to look up her husband, Aang on the Internet since she knew that, even in this timeline, he’s still a famous entrepreneur. She came across many articles and videos of him attending events, none of which seemed to have much information about his current family. An interview showed him with only his son and someone exclaiming that his son must have been spoiled rotten since he's the only child. Aang in the video simply laughed it off and the video continued till the end without his other family members being mentioned once.

Katara sat dumbfounded in her seat. Suddenly, memories of her old life came crashing back of her meeting Aang in middle school, falling in love immediately, dating and getting married the moment they were old enough. After that were hazy images of starting a family, supporting her husband as much as possible and taking care of the house after the kids arrived. Even her job as a nurse was only a distraction from the empty space that wasn't her husband and kids.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME SHE VISITED HER BROTHER, SOKKA?!!!

Katara started wondering if she really wanted to return to her old life now that she felt so tired from just looking at her husband's face. However, she immediately shook that thought out of her head. Maybe she was tired. Maybe she now had all the things that she would only dare to wish for back then and embracing this life would be 10 times better than being Aang's perfect wife. But she wouldn't trade her kids for the world, she had to return and take them somewhere far away from whatever their old lives were.

Determined, Katara noticed that tears had run down her face without her realising and whipped them off. That's when she felt someone gently placing their hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Ty Lee, who appeared to work here as a waitress, judging by her uniform. The other woman was obviously concerned seeing someone crying and asked if she needed anything. Wasting no time, Katara asked for her relationship with the young she had been searching for this entire time.

Luckily, not only did Ty Lee still remember him, but she also explained to Katara everything that happened after her intervention. Apparently, the boy became quite famous after accusing his neighbor of murdering his wife but the wife's records showed that she had flighted to Paris with her flight details verified. With no evidence to back up his claim, the boy was deemed a lunatic by the whole neighbor and his mother was forced to take him to somewhere far away.

(And..... that's it, folks! Honestly, this somehow ended up as an entire fic rather than an AU, but luckily, I can finally end this here. If anyone is interested in the rest, I recommend watching the original film cause this AU is entirely based on it.

I wouldn't spoil the ending since this film was such a good mystery but some of you might have already guessed what the twist was after reading all of this. 😅

Anyway, if you reach this far, thank you so much for reading!!💖

I hope y'all have a great weekend and keep calm and love Zutara~✨)

[sanriopinterest]

♡Death Rays 2010♡

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"Panty are you watching T.V?!" Stocking screamed in the phone. We were currently chasing a perverted car ghost. "Nope, so what's up?" "You diddleing another douchebag, GET YOU SKANK ASS OUT HERE AND HELP US" She screamed. "Fine I'll go, jesus calm down it's not like this guy is rocking my world or anything" Panty snapped over the phone. "Hey bring me a sweet tea would ya" I asked Panty over the phone before she hung up.

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"GET OUT OF THE WAY LOSERS! THAT MEANS IM GONNA RUN YOUR ASSES OVER! AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!". The ghost screamed on. I popped my gum, annoyed." COME ON" Stocking screeched trying to bunp him off the rails." Awe, you tryna catch me kittycat? Well bring it on bitch!". He slammed us (me) onto the other side of the rails. "OUCH, DOUCHE" I screamed in pain. Stocking sped up saying "Oh man up, bitch". When Panty finally crashed into the mall she drove in a tacky ass motorcycle. "Hey whats up shit ficle, so where are you off too in such a fucking hurry" she taunted. "Who the hell cares where im off to as long as I get off! Oh yeah, good one" he complimented his own joke. "Its about time! Did you mount everything on your wayover?!" "Where's my sweet tea?! That rundown bike is horrendous btw"

I said unamused. "Wait you three know eachother?!" He asked in shock. "I did not, but I'll be sure to make that happen next time" she said answering stockings question. "GET A LOAD OF THIS, TAKE IT OFF! I bet you like it rough don't ya?!" He screeched slamming Panty into a mall wall. "Thats what you get for being late""Shit! Where did bad lace go?!" "Check your legs, fucking idiot".

I looked over to see her underwear on his face." OMG! My gun is on your face! Well technically its my panties" she explained." Why would you tell him that?!" I asked."Shit! On the bright side it does smell like im going really fast!". He then proceeded to LICK her undies." Gross!" I screeched." Stop licking that right now!"" Bet you've never said that before""Move over!" she said jumping in the seat in front of me." Go see through, go!" she yelled. She hit the gas pedal making me fall back." Precious CARGO BACK HERE!" I screamed. "We might not need our angelic sisters afterall! Our convoy of police cars are closing in on the scene! Coming in close from behind!" The broadcaster announced. 'What are bullets gonna do?' I asked in my mind. Its a ghost-."What the hell?! Your totally stealing our job you theifs" she yelled at the police officers. The ghost started to spin all their cars on the freeway. Watching them all fall out and fly to the ground I giggled a little. 'They look like a bunch of pigeons'. It only became a problem when their cars camw falling from the sky like rain. Some of the pieces even hitting the Windowsheild. "AAH" we all screamed.

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"Ahh like the fast lane, just makes you finish quicker""That means you're dead""Wait! Chill the fuck out, I gotta get my panties first""Hurry up I wanna kill him and eat". As Panty reached down for her 'panties' we realized he was gone. As he, we meant the head.

He crawled into traffic and stuck himself inside the truck. "That's not good" we all said at the same time. "You do realize this is all your fault right?""Im aware thanks, that doesn't mean you can destroy my panties though""What is that your only pair?" I asked." It's time for payback you scumbag pigs, which im saying, BECAUSE YOU'RE COPS" He started screeching down the road running over officers. Panty started running him down with a gun"Hey fat ass! I have an idea, why don't you let me help you lightning your load". She somehow got onto the roof of the truck and started shooting him fron the top. The ghost started whining has she shot the engine tank. She suddenly atopped and started complaining about the smell of gunpowder.

   Soon enough he was split in half, thrown into a nearby train station. "Rad bow lets go colllect the coins and get out of here""Did you ruin my pantys?! They're expensive as hell, you owe me a new pair if you did""Hey we killed the damn ghost! The bell should be ringing, thats how it works""Totally freaky". We heard a train sound come from behind us. It was the dude in an even bigger trian." Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME" I screamed. I am so tired, I wanted to sleep so bad." Round 3,seriously!""Now we're talking, I could keep going buddy, ask around!"

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Arachnophobia part one

Bad English, my bad!

The nights in Gotham were always dark. Strange that Jeff Carter hadn't noticed it before. Not really. He had, but he'd never paid much attention to it. Never before had the familiar streets and alleys seemed so dark and uncomfortable. And besides, he had the feeling that someone was watching him. Jeff shook his head. No. He had to chase those thoughts away. He began to actively listen to everything he could hear. Fortunately for him, life in Gotham was always bustling. Even now, at night, you could hear a lot of things: the distant wail of police sirens, the noise of cars, someone's family quarrel. Speaking of quarrels. Jeff hoped he could avoid another scandal at home. They'd been happening more and more lately. Yes, he'd gotten drunk again. Yes, he was "out and about" again. Guilty. But what else could he do? His boss was giving him a hard time at work, his wife had gotten fat after giving birth, his newborn daughter was screaming and wouldn't let him sleep. Little Mary turned out to be an extremely vocal and nervous child. She screamed loudly and with pleasure, pissed off her parents on every occasion. Lack of sleep affected both of them: Sarah became sharp and irritable, Jeff avoided his flabby wife and spent more and more time out of the house. The cozy bar "Green Fairy" gladly opened its doors to everyone from seven in the evening until three in the morning. There the unfortunate family man and a group of others like him poured out their sorrows.

The yelling got even louder. It sounded like Jack was being shouted at somewhere. Willy-nilly, our hero began to listen.

"Come home, you shameless bastard! You bastard! What are you talking about? You can't even say two words, can you?"

Probably the hapless Jack was answering something, because the disgruntled (rightfully so) wife continued to shout.

"What? Did you celebrate a coworker's birthday? I know your birthdays. Every day you have a party. And your friends are the same." There was indistinct mumbling, from which Jeff could only make out two words: "dear" and "neighbors".

"The neighbors already know! You woke up the whole block on your way home. What were you singing? "Smoke on the water"? Really?"

Smoke on the water? It's not a bad idea, though. Why don't I sing it to him? At least it'd be a little less depressing. Jeff took in a full chest of air and sang:

We all came out to Montreaux

On the Lake Geneva shoreline

To make records with a Mobile

We didn't have much time...

It felt better. Shoulders squared and breathing became easier. His footsteps became wider and clearer. Jeff was no longer frightened or looking around. He walked like the king of the street, with a bold, brave (though lurching) gait. He looked proudly in front of him, paying no attention to anything else. Before he could even blink an eye, he had reached the end of the house, where he could hear the cries of his angry wife and the babble of Jack's excuses. Suddenly an elderly shout came from the window:

"Stop yelling, drunkard, people are asleep! You can't sleep here, and they're howling under the window!"

"Hush, hush," Carter replied with dignity (as it seemed to him).

"Damn it! Stop howling!"

All right, all right. Why are you all so nervous around here? - he muttered. Turned to look at the one who had scolded him. And stunned. Behind him, almost breathing down his neck, stood a black figure in rags. Tall, menacing, it towered over him. Jeff had never been short, but beside her he felt like a child. And the man hardly seemed to have good intentions. The man screamed and rushed running down the street. The figure followed him. Carter tried his best, but his drunken body wouldn't listen, and his legs began to tangle. He rushed to the door, but it wouldn't open. He started calling for help, but the houses were deaf to his pleas. Even in those apartments where the lights were still on, there was silence. The family quarrel instantly subsided. Everyone listened. The people of Gotham knew the basic law of the city: do not interfere. Suddenly Jeff felt a burning sensation in his neck. The world in front of his eyes swirled and went black.